July 7, 2012 · 7:10 pm

Monkey Bars

It’s a hard life being a monkey,

So every Friday night

You can cruise through town, looking to drown

Your worries, or see a fight.

You head on down to the monkey bars

Where every monkey’s welcome

To drink a drink and fling their poo

eat lice, and raise some Hell-come.

But there’s an ugly fellow,

A gorilla by name of Tim.

When he swings by, the parties over,

And it’s back to the jungle, Jim.

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