MY DAD'S TALE

My dad was born with a prehensile tail,

He picked fruit trees for a living and put the fruit in a pail,

But, he was attacked by some bees,

Who pollinated the trees,

And boy did dad let out a big wail. 

THE MONKEY IN THE CAGE LIMERICK

There was a monkey in a cage,
His incarceration filled him with rage,
If you wanted his scoop,
He’d throw at you some poop,
Interpretation: he hates this age.