Monkey
when I worked in the warehouse
there was one guy
lets call him H
he had arms down to the floor
hairy as a carpet
and one eye that looked at you
when he spoke
while the other did it’s own thing
we used to call him chimp
he was a funny guy though
the best sense of humour
I’ve ever known
one day we grabbed him
and stuck him in a little cage
we had at the back of the storeroom
we locked it
and hung a sign on it
which said
don’t feed the monkey
we invited all the secretaries
and the machinists and the managers
and the woman who worked in the garage across the road
to come and look at him
and they laughed
and poked him through the bars
and threw fruit at him
then after a while
we turned off the lights
and went to the pub
we all got drunk and forgot about him
until one of the secretaries remembered
at 4 o’clock in the morning
when we went back
he was still there in the cage, in the dark
like a monkey in the zoo
he was never so funny after that


Poor monkey man - killed his sense of humour experiment
How sad for him but more so for everyone else involved .