Am Trapped At Uncle Ronald’s Poem by stewart green

Am Trapped At Uncle Ronald’s



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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