The two monkeys couldn’t see eye to eye.
Once they had stood shoulder to shoulder.
But this disagreement put them head to head.
And when they went toe to toe with each other.
They found that they were neck and neck.
In the end, the conflict cost them an arm and a leg.
The note read:
“POLITE NOTICE,
If you morons
Park outside my house,
One more time,
I’ll slash your tyres,
And burn your books.”
A tad harsh, I thought,
Given that the mobile library only came round for 30 minutes,
Each month.
But if the note says it is polite,
It must be, right?
Otherwise it wouldn’t bother highlighting the fact.
Whiskey in the glass,
And general motivation.
Both on the rocks now.
The boat is filling up!
They bailed and bailed,
As the hull sat lower in the drink.
Fetch a bigger bucket! Shouted one.
Fetch another bucket! Bellowed another.
Build a pump! Yelled a third.
Build 2 pumps! Screamed another, seemingly for attention more than effect.
All the while, the taps remained full on.
“We’re going to move into breakout groups now, to discuss…”
The statement rang out like the klaxon of a sinking ship.
Attendees tripped over themselves,
Choking the chat window with apologies and prior engagements.
A staunch few,
Grim, but resolute,
Remain at their posts
For the full half hour.
