One day the healthy chimp was humping a tree hole,
and the hole's occupant just …….would NOT let go.........
of the chimp's sexually-aroused procreation organ.
[[ In the tree hole lived {unknown to chimp} ……a Gorgon! ]]
This went on for hours and the poor chimp did MOAN,
till he pulled out his ‘for-emergencies-only' telephone.
The Gorgon heard that he was calling the Chimp Police,
and reluctantly that Gorgon gave the chimp his release.
Alas, it was much too late to save the chimp from his fate.
I've not seen that poor mentally-disturbed chimp of late,
BUT ‘rumor has it' he is no longer married and there is more:
His organ, though not COMPLETELY absent, is always SORE! !
AND the "release", …… he got from the horrid Gorgon that sad day,
is the last he's had, no matter how LONG "with it" he does now play.
(November14 …..2017)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
You should not have issues raising the bar If you are known to carry a raised bar Thanks Bri