Of Scars And Story's The Orangutan [ Funny With A Message] Poem by alan brown

THE STORY

Hi feet were large and out of shape
and he walked along with a wide gate
His arms were hanging below his knees
and his hairy body was full of fleas

He grunted spat and picked his nose
and the stench that came from him
was not of rose.
His eyes were black and full or woe
and he wore a ring on his right toe.

His wife was just the same as him
although she might be a little thin
Her hair was longer at the front
while in her arms she held his crying runt.

Now he was not a strange looking man
as all his fellow men were Orangutan
They swung about from tree to tree
happy in their way and full of glee.

THE SCARS.

Now one day in the month of June
along came a man named Weatherspoon.
With a gun in his hand and no fear in his heart
He went to hunt a trophy in the wooded part.

He looked in the trees above his head
and saw an Orangutan asleep in its bed
He let of the gun with a quick sharp crack
and down fell the Orangutan flat on its back.

But the man did not know the man did not see
That he missed the Orangutan by miles you see
He had fell out the tree because of fright
and laded safe on a bed so light.

The man looked down as it opened its eyes
and started to run but to his demise
The Orangutan was quickly on its feet
and pulling him down onto the soft dark peat.

And before he had a chance to get up and run
He was scratch so hard against his bum
that it left him scared for the rest of his life
While the Orangutan went back to his wife.

So if you see a Orangutan
hanging in the trees
Just leave him in peace
with his tics and fleas.