The Gold Monkey Poem by Faith Elizabeth Brigham
The Gold Monkey
'What is your bid
for the gold monkey, '
calls out the auctioneer.
'One hundred dollars! '
the old woman cries
from the back row
wildly waving a bill.
'Nonsense, this statue
is real gold, ' he replies.
'And this is real money
you turd', she says
having the last word.
Sunday, April 16, 2006
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