Swinging from vine to vine,
Being cautious about what is around them,
Predators.
Flinging their poo,
Not knowing what to do.
When people look at them,
In the zoo,
What do they do?
They didn’t know.
So they just flung their poo.
Eww!
Monkey poo.
By: Michelle Tricarico
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem