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