The ape is a parrot of the hairy variety,
Including health and buttons and laces
For the shoes that spring to mind, overall.
Yes, the bridge of its mind is solid,
Crossing the bridges of life is insanity,
For their waters are dimmer and grim,
Like the darkness of death and hairs.
May my apes be proud of their folly,
And be naughty so that solid tasks
Are trivial and wasted by the outright
Tragic ones, the apes who forfeit every
Single deed for they do abstain from them.
Like their feet and like their fingers
For the burning you receive is liar,
The liars are among the feuds of course.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
but these apes are wearing the ties and the coats to the House and the Gorillas some places making such a noise, playing with home made fire crackers...