Orangutangs And I Poem by gershon hepner

Since dating an orangutan
if you are on the web is simple.
I’d like to meet one I could bang,
to prove to primates I am nimble.
If I could have her in her cage
perhaps some homo sapiens females
about a quarter of my age
would get in touch with me with e-mails,
and ask me to compare their skin,
with orangutan fur, flea-free.
Comparison is not a sin
and if they’d come without a fee
I’d teach them things they might not know,
and hopefully, if I don’t bungle,
give me a chance, though old, to show
some junior Jills Jack-in the-jungle.