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Infinite Monkeys. Infinite Typewriters.
More in Old Poetry from DMV Monkey's in my HeadOooh ohhh, eeeee, eeeee, the monkeys are trying to flee
They are jumping, climbing, fighting, thumping As they struggle to get the lid of the barrel free So they wiggle and they giggle and they play all day They push as they shove with a bit of monkey love But that lid won't budge it's not moving an inch So those silly monkeys they argue, fight, fidget and pinch They trample, they riot, they cry in their glasses of milk Before dancing, swirling, prancing, curling their way Eating bananas, singing off key, anything they can To keep their boredom at bay; Those monkeys in my head They won't shut up, they're loud, obnoxious, incredibly proud Nothing will soothe them, calm them or cool them Monkeys by the dozen marching two by two Stuck in my head with nothing to do |
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