The Ape Next Door (poem)

There’s an ape next door called Martin,
He isn’t very bright
You cannot have a chat with him
He always thinks he’s right

His knuckles drag along the floor:
His arms are six feet long.
Be careful not to stand too close
(His Daddy was King Kong)

The only dream within his head
Is he can play guitar
While you may hear a strangled cat
He thinks that he’s a star

The fleas hop on his balding head
They do a little dance
Happy that they’re not the ones
Living in his pants

He struggles in the modern world
He’s ill-equipped for life
And if you think that HE is bad
Then you should meet his wife!


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Author: Al Lane

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