POEM: Monkey Brains

Image: Dan Fowlks

My brother is a
little bit strange
For he’s got
monkey brains
He swings from the rafters
hangs from the stairs
He leaves his baked beans
ignores his lasagne
He just wants
squidgey bananas
Mother is cross
she is full of despair
As brother sits eating
nits from her hair
What can be done?
What must we do?
Perhaps we should send him
to London zoo.

This poem came about because I was thinking of those children with younger, mischievous brothers who are always hanging off banisters or climbing over furniture and the phrase ‘cheeky monkey.’