Monkeys are hilarious,
and banana-peelers with greatest flare.
EEE–OOOHHH! EEE-OOOHHH! EE! EE! EEEE! That cry from high up in the canopy brings to mind leopard-thonged Tarzan swinging through the trees and looking for a mate with Maureen O’Sullivan eyes.
There are few animals so like us!
That furry, happy almost-person face
smiles and grins just like me.
Does it notice any resemblance?
Why do I feel like a missing link and how come the monkeys are always more photogenic, while I have to hide behind a chest-high child to look good?
Monkeys see and monkeys do seem
like people in fuzzy coats
while we walk around unpelted,
with dissimulated tails.
It must be a geneticly ingrained junglely thing that makes me want a banana right now and a prehensile appendage to hold it gently while I peel. Once that creamy sweet treat slid down, I’d sing a happy song:
EEE–OOOHHH! EEE-OOOHHH! EE! EE! EEEE!