THE MONKEY WAS A SQUEALER
The monkey was a squealer.
A real rat fink.
He’d be quick to tell on you,
And never even blink.
He’d turn into a stool pigeon,
And sing like a canary.
He’d report your misdeeds so fast,
It was downright scary.
He was a backstabbing backbiter,
Who’d snitch without fail.
A prehensile blabber mouth,
The monkey had a tattle tail.
Michael D. Schafer
© November 3, 2016
That's why I developed my wicked left hook.
Bring 'em on.
Love ya!
Jane