THIS is some tongue-in-cheek humour to the monkey subject.
It’s the Monkeys
Why are the neighbour’s security alarms forever sounding?
Why don’t we get any fruit from our paw-paw, litchi, mandarin, banana trees anymore?
Why as a pensioner am I feeling the pinch because I can’t grow my own fruit?
Why are the neighbour’s dogs yelping incessantly?
What happened to my Chocolate Log lying on the bread bin?
What happened to the bread/bread rolls in the kitchen?
Why now is the vegetable rack parked in the broom cupboard?
Who or what rips open the garbage bags on the street verge causing a huge mess?
What opens and raids the outside garbage bins regularly?
What leaves a trail of faeces on the kitchen floor on the odd occasion?
Why can’t we have gold fish in our water feature any longer?
Why is it that I can’t leave my windows open beyond the first notch?
Why must my security gates now be changed to prevent intruders?
Why is some “monkey” going to have some smart “ag shame” answers to all the above.
Vernon Smith
Westville
