He juggled with monkeys
With primates did he
With Baboons and Howlers
And a small Chimpanzee
He juggled them all
For his public to see.
And that was his job
Skilled activity
He flung them
He threw them
Somersaulting them high
He twirled them
He tossed them
See simians fly
But he’d always catch them
Seemed not even to try
With a wave and a bow
To his audience cry
He juggled with monkeys
With a young Capuchin
With Rhesus and Rolaway
And a red Tamarin
Then one day he dropped one
And then he dropped two
His juggling had faltered
The audience boo
He fumbled them
He missed them
It all went awry
He slipped them
He dropped them
What did it imply?
He just couldn’t catch them
Nor gravity defy
Some fell, some just bounced
And a few of them died
They took all his monkeys
The Spider, the Blue
His Mandrill, his Saki
Away to a zoo
So he left the circus
His purpose departed
A past monkey juggler
Empty, bleak, broken hearted.
Now if you juggle with monkeys
They will juggle with you
And it’s best not to trust them
They seldom speak true
Just keep them spinning and turning
Let them never catch breath
And if you should drop one
Ensure it’s to death
nice
ReplyDeleteTank - you haven't lost your passioin for truth. I still don't quite understand your messages but they are deep. You always were an odd cove but as my boy says respect.
ReplyDeleteTricia Kitt commented on Facebook:
ReplyDeleteTricia wrote
"a tad unkind, perhaps - what's wrong with balls??"
Alan Spence e-mailed:
ReplyDelete'Brilliant' you should produce a book of your pictures or at least get them framed up and on show some where.
I am sure there must be interest out there for your work and your amazing insight in to the human condition.
Thanks Alan
Perhaps the monkey juggler's skills are still as strong as ever. Maybe it is the monkeys that have changed. The juggler can turn his hand to other acts in the circus.
ReplyDeletePoor Monkeys.
ReplyDelete:) Beautiful monkey juggler...drawing!
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