I once had a cute monkey.
I had once named him funky.
He was always quite a junky.
I didn't like his new friend, Skunky.
They always played together.
In the cold, or warm weather.
Once, they found a feather.
It was only made of leather.
They always make a cheer.
They were always quite good peers.
I thought they would dissapear.
I never liked my monkey's tears.
Some day my funky will leave.
I will always keep his ripped sleeve.
He has just left, I believe.
Now, I shall grieve.
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It suck?!?! lol
Helloooooooooooooooooooooooo!
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I LIKE MONKEYS!!!!!!! Ish Awshome!


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hee hee! this was a really enjoyable poem! it was really humorous! creative idea; and it had an excitement to it that kept me reading. it was sad at the end, but very, very good. I loved it! no it definitely DOES NOT SUCK! oh, it was great. i love you! (as a bff, of course)
-fudgecicles

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lol. Wow. What were you smoking when you wrote this one? I like it though. Kind of sad at the end. It kind of reminds me of a poem I wrote about a dog, even the part about grieving at the end.
You can read if you want
http://allpoetry.com/poem/4431189

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thanks for the heartfelt comment. the beginning of it was the best. Actually... the person smokin was my sis. she had some weed. lol, joking.
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