When i was small,
i was better than you all.
on my cumpleanos,
my mom bought me a gift;
it was bourbon biscuits ,
kind that gives your tongue a lift.
era muy feliz, coz i had it just for me,
no one to share, no one to give,
just the way i wanted it to be.
step by small step,
i descended down the tree-lined road,
stuffing the urge,to rip open the packet,
and eat like a guttural toad.
i did'nt believe what popped in front of me,
it was surely a monkey,
dunno if it was a he or a she.
I guess it was a he, for the monkey was big,
squinty little eyes and smelled like a pig.
the monkey bared his fang like teeth
striking its paw on the ground beneath.
when i was small,
I wasn't really that tall.
so I got a little scared,
and he chuckled in delight,asking to be dared.
I dropped my precious biscuits,
the one that were meant to give my tongue a lift;
now the wretched thief would show it off,
in the whole of Dalhousie district.
he snatched it from the groung and ran up the tree,
now, he was sitting beside another gang of three.
he gave each a piece and then sat on a fork,
like telling his people,
"bring on the champagne, pull off the cork".
I was distraught and seeting with rage,
why the hell are monkeys let out of their cage.
the blasted thing was still smirking at me,
"shoo off little one, go take a pee".
such humiliation was hard to take,
i wish i could catch him and turn into chopped steak.
But no, I could not,
because when I was small,
I didn't have big enough balls.
So I took the easier way out,
and ran to my mum in fits and bouts.
She took me in her arms and bought another pack,
I looked up at the monkey, "take that! u little quack!".
Hah! he couldn't say a word back,
how could he? a monkey doesn't crack.
I am glad i m not a monkey,
for I would be jumping up and down trees,
looking for leftovers, singing in the breeze.
Instead i grew up to be a student,
tense, shallow, tipid,
a cog in fate's cruel instrument.