Captive Ape

Poetry

Comedy Monkey

by Steve Higgs

The crowd's roar did soon subside
They laugh so much when the clowns collide
As the last act flees, the new act comes
The crowd screams to see more fun.

A monkey, bike and a funny hat
Waddling because he's just too fat
The crowd goes wild at this sight
Could this be the act to make their night?

The monkey simply doesn't understand
Stunned by the lights and the big brass band
He makes a friendly chattering sound
To tell the crowd about the friend they've found.

He runs around the audience proud
Their laughter starts to get so loud
The volume starts to scare our friend
Can he last until the end?

He wants to try to run away
The crowd, of course, want him to stay
The monkey runs towards the door
Sadly for him, his trainer saw.

CRACK came the trainer's whip
Rigid leather with a metal tip
The monkey flees to whence he came
And the act continues just the same.

The crowd goes wild at this sight
That was the act to make their night

The wound lasts to prove who's faster
From his cruel unkind circus master