"Nothing gets in its way"
The long-limbed monkey
Rejoindered from his precipice,

For nothing could stop the advent
Of the nuns in their tents
Or penetrate their artifice.

"Can I get a witness?"
One monkey digressed
While fouling its own house.

Man and earthen pot alike
Sat unused like rusty trikes
As the primitives gave witness.

Tall cranes, big ships
And nuns with giant hips
Gathered around that mouse.