kungfuporcupine

Ode to Donald

So, I know this guy who goes by Donnie.
He's a friend to you and a friend to me.
Once long ago, when Donnie was wee,
Donnie was bitten! By a monkey!


Bit on the thumb to the monkey's delight!
Bit on the thumb, such a terrible sight!


His mother shrieked and his father yelled!
They called the cops, and the monkey was jailed.
Thrown in a cell under lock and key,
he dreamt of bananas and those days carefree.


And then came the day for the monkey's release.
He had a tattoo and four types of fleas!


He hopped on a bus, bound for the train.
He looked out the window and sighed this refrain.
It was something he learned from Father O'shea,
a poem to walk the Lord's path without stray.
"A monkey I am, and a monkey I'll stay.
There ain't no cure for a wicked monkey's way.
I bites me some thumbs when I gets the itch,
but time in the hole is a sonuvabitch."