Sock Monkey


I place my arms above my head,
Curl my hands in an ape-like way,
Bend and bow my legs just like an orangutan,
Then stick out my lips and jaw…for a monkey face.

Push out my feet so I walk with a funny gait,
Belly sticking out…just like a chimp,
Making the sounds a gorilla would make,
Bouncing around the room for a giggle’s sake…

Sock Monkey I am today,
The laughter bowls over in an uncontrolled way,
Do you wonder why we close the doors and lock the locks?
It’s because I do the monkey dance…in nothing but my socks!

Eric B. Ramey

Copyright ©2005 Eric B. Ramey

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