Monkey

There once was a monkey who sat in a tree
A very fine monkey I’m sure you’d agree
With two hands, five fingers and prehensile tail
he was every bit the monkey he expected to be.
Spending long hours intently grooming his coat
Occasionally given to laughing at monkey style jokes
Chewing a while on leaves bark and fruit
and scratching the bits where the fleas had a bite
Then closing his eyes for a monkey length nap,
this monkey was happy, as most monkeys are apt
Just being a monkey was all he could wish
his leisure spent watching the humans go past.
Pondering the thought while scratching his bum
‘what in the world would want to be one of them?’