I wrote this myself. All original. Ready to surrender yet?

As all of you know by know, I spent my early years being raised by monkeys, and Kona recently brought back the flood of memories. That inspired the poem. I hope you all like it, it's a nice change from that stuff Kona calls poetry. 😉

Living with monkeys has taught me some things
I'm going to share them with you
And despite those lies that Kona sings
They do not throw their poo

A monkey is a noble friend
With not a hint of prejudice
You could be sick and dying of voyria
And a monkey could care less

Monkeys taught me how to eat
And how to clean my ears
When saying hello it is polite
To sniff the other's rear
They taught me the joys of eating bananas
And making your home in a tree
There are no animals in the lands
Whose lives are so carefree

So if you see a monkey
Be sure to say Hello!
Monkeys are very personable
And that just goes to show

That even though Kona's stories
Upset me quite a bit
We all know the truth
Monkeys never throw their sh--

Thank you.
Lemon, the Poetic Genius. 😉

Penned by my hand on the 21st of Glacian, in the year 241 AF.