Harry, is the monkey's name
around the park, he did run,
looking for the outhouse
squeezing together, his buns.
He had found an outhouse
but, he couldn't get in,
a wino was singing it up
sucking back a bottle rum and gin.
Poor old Harry grunted
he shouldn't have left his home,
his friends fed him ex-lax
at the mouth, he started to foam.
He shook the outhouse violently
splish splash went the liquids inside,
he had the rumbles so very bad
something may have crawled up inside him and died.
He tooted and grunted
then tooted and grunted some more,
finally the outhouse was free
he entered and slammed the door.
The toilet paper roll sat bare
what was he to do?
He had to find something
was there anything he could use?
He got off the stinky throne
looked everywhere for something outside,
squeezed his cheeks together, once again
on his way home, found places to hide.
Harry, is the monkey's name he reads the news every day,
loves to sit upon his own throne finds it so much better that way.
Mar.31/2008
A contest entry
- Funny Pic Prompt by BuriedTreasures.
900 points, ended April 12, 2008, 15 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Good lord! Poor Harry. I got a kick out of this one.
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aww...poor Harry!Grats on your trophy!
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Very funny write. I can picture this totally happening. Good job with this one. Thanks for sharing and good luck in the contest.
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Very cute,fits the picture perfectly 
Good luck in the contest
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A Good Entry and very funny--Favorite verses--
"Poor old Harry grunted
he shouldn't have left his home,
his friends fed him ex-lax
at the mouth, he started to foam.
He shook the outhouse violently
splish splash went the liquids inside,
he had the rumbles so very bad
something may have crawled up inside him and died."
Best of luck in the contest
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