Pricey Martini Poem by Ima Ryma

Gorilla went into a bar,
And he ordered a martini.
Bartender thought this was bizarre.
Gorilla offered a twenty
Bartender mixed the drink and
To see if the gorilla's smart,
Returned with just a one in hand.
Gorilla's quiet for his part,
Sitting and sipping on his drink,
Looked at bartender with a grin.
Bartender's not sure what to think,
'Not many gorillas come in.'

In replying, gorilla surmised,
'Nineteen bucks a drink - I'm not surprised! '