Monkeys three

 

This poem is of monkeys

Not monkeys in trees

Not of one monkeys

Not monkeys that are two,

This is a poem of monkeys

That are threes.

 

Number one monkey, sits not in a tree,

One hand each, covering an ear.

Covered so, no evil he shall hear.

 

Monkey number two, in the middle sits,

No hands are free, each covers an eye,

Covered so, no evil he shall see.

 

Monkey number three, last but not least,

Strong of the weak, two hands cover his mouth,

Covered so, no evil he shall speak.

 

So if you sit like monkeys three,

sit and do not stray, with arms crossed,

Everything covered.

No evil shall come your way.

 

Stephen Matthews November 17, 1993

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