Tops!

Here’s a poem to celebrate it.

I eat Monkeys
Monkeys Monkeys Monkeys
I eat Monkeys all day long.

I eat them for my breakfast
I have one for my lunch
And if I’m feeling peckish
I nibble one for brunch.
There’s really nothing like them
In a restaurant in Stains
And just like in that film
I like chilled monkey brains. Cos!

I eat monkeys
Monkeys monkeys monkeys
I eat monkeys all day long.

You can keep your Gibbons and Shrews
And Occelots in stews.
There’s nothing to make me happier.
Than a Monkey’s paw in batter.Yes!

I eat Monkeys
Monkeys Monkeys Monkeys
I eat monkeys all day long.
Repeat

Martin Wolfenden Age 33 1/2

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