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It was a monkey riot.
The kind you used read about as
a young child in Sunday Bible school.
You know.
Old Testament.
Fire and brimstone.
Bananas flying everywhere.
A low-flying witch was hit in
head by a banana crash landing
into a daycare center and possibly
eating three children. Complaints
of missing children by “alleged”
parents were inconclusive.
Santa Claus running with scissors
gathered up his polar bears and went
into a liquor store and bought some gum.
At the hobo camp the President looked up
from the pigeon he was grilling on a
makeshift spit and commented:
I wish I had some rosemary for this pigeon,
but in the mean time I will chew this gum.
Lighting broke across the sky and the clouds parted.
Angel King Kong flew down from Heaven.
Angel King Kong:
“Does anyone have some gum?”
And just as suddenly as the monkey
riot had begun it ended.
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