Hi everybody,
Today’s Purrsday Poetry publish comes from Donna Marrin.
Monkey
I used to be simply an itty bitty boy,
When Gran made me a particular toy,
A monkey constructed from bits of sock,
Companion, although he couldn’t speak.
Monkey shared my trundle mattress,
His tail curled ‘spherical my sleepy head,
Kept the boogey males at bay,
All via the evening, until crack of dawn.
One morning Mr. Puss, our cat,
Chewed the tassel clear from Monkey’s hat,
Carried it to his hiding place,
Left a ragged gap close to Monkey’s face.
Grandma cooed and dried my tears,
Eased my coronary heart of all its fears,
Was Monkey now in terrible ache?
Would he ever be the identical once more?
When I woke up from my nap,
Monkey wore a model new cap,
Fresh tassel of pink upon his head,
Fixed up and propped upon my mattress.
I squealed with pleasure and hugged him close to,
His monkey grin stretched ear to ear,
While Mr. Puss appeared to doze,
One depraved eye on Monkey’s nostril.
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