Monkey Dribble

Walking through the great gallery of the Diamond Run Mall
I spied a diaper clad monkey who was out of control.
No one could stop him, that primate wouldn’t listen at all
He just hurled insults and ate a ripe mango, he’d just stole.

He climbed on the fountain, deciding to go for a plunge
But the water proved far too frigid this time of the year.
The naughty chimp’s howl split the air, he left with a lunge
Making for the elevator. Patrons scattered in fear.

The air was electric, I silently watched the attack
Purple with rage over this example of chimp abuse.
I knew I had to intervene; I could not turn my back
An enraged chimp such as this could not simply roam ‘round loose.

I had no sooner crossed swords with this stinky little ape
When he gaily danced off in a mischievous manner.
I scampered after him attempting to thwart his escape.
The news of his capture broadcast via police scanner.

‘Relax folks’, I said, with a broad smile upon my face,
The nefarious creature is on the dodge no longer.’
I ordered a large glass of liquor with a beer to chase.
Little did I realize I could not have been wronger.

I was awoken from this tableaux by a concerned doc
Who diagnosed me with a most peculiar disease.
He advised giving up poetry, to take a long walk;
Dribble like this only comes from a brain holed like Swiss Cheese.