Monkeys All Around Poem by Francie Lynch

I was trying to put the cutlery
In their respective slots,
Then the flash of a thought struck me:

I could train a monkey to do this.

Don't call them noble,
Nobles aren't even so.
They're pretty good though,
The monkeys.

Hey, when I whack
A really good one,
When I'm in the Zen
Of perfect flight,
My buddy will remark:

Give a monkey a typewriter
and sooner or later he'll spell
a word.

So, I have the greatest respect for our Simian brethern,
But those other Nobles... Meh!