P Is For Poetry

I am a self-proclaimed poet.
If you would like to read more of my poems, check out my Tumblr; Pretentious Prose.

I wrote this poem for my friend, Gabriel. He loves monkeys and cheeseburgers, and asked I used them in verse. So here is what I came up with.

Monkeys and Cheeseburgers

There was a little monkey
Who was a funny soul
He had one wish in life
One ultimate goal
He often thought of burgers
All slathered in cheese
What kind of little monkey
Wouldn't dream of these
Golden buns with a prize inside
An all beef patty with no where to hide
Melted cheese like cheddar or provolone
Ketchup and mustard splattered to and fro
You see it on the plate it looks divine
The best the little monkey could hope to find
He reaches for the tray so he can go
And realizes it's behind a big window.