Assmonkey

by Adam Bulger

I think that I shall never see
A poem as lovely as an ass monkey.
An ass monkey whose hungry ass is prest
Against the earth's sweet flowing breast;
An ass monkey that looks at God all day,
And lifts her monkey arms to pray;
An ass monkey that may in Summer wear
A nest of robins in her hair;
Upon whose bosom snow has lain;
Who intimately lives with rain.
Poems are made by fools like me,
But only God can make an ass monkey.

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