May 30, 2012


Sit back my dear brother,
this poem is all true.
Sometimes I think,
you belong in a zoo.
Not as an employee,
but rather a member.
How would you stay warm,
in the month of December?
I'm sure you'd be fine,
you have plenty of gas.
You'd quickly learn,
how to eat dirty old grass.
All those kids,
in amazement would stare.
Why does that monkey,
have almost no hair?
I'm sure you'd make lots,
of friends at the zoo.
Walking around bare foot,
through piles of pooh.
Look at the bright side,
dear brother of mine.
The zoo is a great place,
where you'll prosper and shine.


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