A Little Monkey

A little monkey

 was a bit of tramp,

 the little monkey

 lived near a swamp.

In the swamp

were many crocs,

and beautiful birds 

in large flocks.

 Little monkey

 would tease the crocs,

he would chase and

 scare the flocks.

  

He felt it was

 such a great fun,

to mock and tease

all and one.

 For one big croc

 it was no fun,

 to be teased 

 by a foolish one.

The big croc was

 full of guile,

at the monkey

he would smile. 

But the croc kept

 a watchful eye,

the croc was clever

 no one can deny.

One day the croc

was in luck,

 he grabbed the monkey

who could not duck.

 Big croc caught him

 by his head,

the monkey knew

he would be dead.

But he was a monkey

who wouldn’t give up,

he said to himself,

“Buck up, buck up.”

                                      

He jumped and kicked

and kicked and jumped,

he turned and twisted

and twisted and turned.

He hit the croc

in his right eye,

he knew it was

 well worth a try.

 Then it happened

just in a flash,

big croc could not

 bear the smash.

He had to let 
the poor monkey go,

his eye couldn’t

stand another blow.

 The monkey ran like

 his tail was on fire.

 but he was brave,

we have to admire.

© i b arora