Three monkeys escaped to a tree.
Armed with crab apples, spread mis’ry
attacking motorists then did flee.
Fruit-bearing monkeys doing time
indentured circus clowns . . . they’re mimes.
Should we forgive them . . . be sanguine?
Revengeful monkeys seek justice,
knowing some men, they don’t trust us.
Their lawyer’s said to be a wuss--
still a little green. “Please don’t croak.
You speak for ordinary folks.
Let us monkey around! No joke . . .
we make people laugh everywhere
but when we hurt, who’s there to care?
Folks stick their nose up in the air!”
Three monkeys freed . . . hang in a tree
appreciate their liberty.
Frog wised up . . . legal Ph.D. . . .
courtesy of the monkeys three!