Poetry Thursday

 

   

Once again, Angel Sammys and Teddys Pawetaton have provided us with a photo for Poetry Thursday.

 What is she doing here?

 What  the hell is she doing here?

She watches us from the thick bushes

and she never waves when she goes by

She is hiding something from the rest of us

She's all to herself

i think i know why

She cut down the small trees to make it clear

She has no Infants of her own from what I see

She has no monkeys, she has no friends and her plants are dying

And who drops packages for her from the sky?

What is she doing here?

She has fire sticks lightning her windows 

What is she doing here?

I'll tell you one thing

She's not here for the betterment of our children

 What is that sound from under the door?

 it sounds like she is butchering something on the floor

And I swear I heard a gibbon moaning low

She is always talking in that thing she holds in her hand

and she carries that long stick when on the hunt

You won't believe what Koko the chimp saw

She carries a long knife sharpened to  point

And she has enough chemicals there to  kill Kong

What is she doing here?

 What  the hell is she doing here?

I heard her talking to a man

 from a strange place called Nashville Tennessee

and she sends reports to a man in Indonesia.

But what is she doing here

She has no friends and no one to see 

I heard she spent a year in jail

And  Rodney the monkey saw her signaling l with a flashlight 

And what is that song she is always singing?

What is she doing here?

 What is she doing here?

We are the government

We have the right to know

jj