Behind the window billboards
Shrieks the small primate
Pawing franticly for exit
It was on the opposite side
Of the locked glass doors
But that was at noon
Over filling with food
Then falling asleep
Under the booth table
Now its dark and over late
Only the golden arches glow
Monkey was too slow
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