One monkey was hanging off the fascia of Tipu Sultan’s old hunting lodge. The other was either being a helpful monkey–trying to help his brother up–or being a mischievous monkey–trying to make him fall.
You figure out which.
Here’s a photo from moments later.
FYI- For those who think one needs to get all “roided up” for strength building: Note this apparently puny monkey had the upper body strength to pull himself onto a roof while successfully fighting off an attack.
Monkeys always make me smile
Some have hair in human styles
Oh the vanity their locks betray
Can you spot the one with a toupee?
Faces so reminiscent of our kind
Eyes suggesting intelligent minds
Into their faces they’ll one day grow
but the youngsters all look like H. Ross Perot
They’ll sit on your car like they just don’t care
And screw the haters who stop and stare
Have you the courage to leave your mark
on the windshield of one who double parks
It amuses us that they sling their poo
So we banish them to the city zoo
But what of our words so vitriolic
We’re evolved to sling poo symbolic