Mr Peek's poetry place...
Friday, 8 June 2018
The Monkey
The monkey swings
Up in the trees,
He hangs from his tail
And he hangs from his knees,
He sleeps in the branches
Right next to his mum,
And when he is dreaming
He scratches his bum.
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