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!
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Give a monkey a typewriter, and sooner or later (usually sooner) he will break it. Great poem, however, Francie!