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Simian dreams.....





Here is a story about a small monkey,
and the fun times he has on the beach.
How he loves to chomp chips made from bananas,
dancing outside the ocean waves' reach.

He lives in the coziest, tall jungle tree,
High above the safari rabble,
from dry shells of coconuts, his music he plays,
drowning out all the human's loud babble.
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  1. Well done. Very melodic and well rhymed!

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  3. Short , simple & to the point ! Well done !

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  4. and the fun times he has on the beach.
    How he loves to chomp chips made from bananas,
    dancing outside the ocean waves' reach.

    very enthusiastic lines, love the rhyming and feel of the word flow.

    thanks for sharing,

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  5. I like it. "drowning out all the human's loud babble" (my favorite part)!

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  6. Well written and well rhymed. Very much fun. The human's loud babble.....very catchy.

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  7. Terrific use of the words. Sounds so peaceful up there. : )

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  8. That was a lot of fun to read! You crammed a lot of story in two stanzas that entertained and drew a picture for the readers - young and old alike! Love the way you used all the words. Great job!

    Here's my MUCH LONGER entry this week - but it was fun!
    http://paulatohlinecalhoun1951.wordpress.com/2011/08/06/packing-my-bag/

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  9. I could just picture the monkey eating his banana and having a good time. This is so cute.
    I love the rhyme.
    Isadora

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  12. You write so elegantly. You have produced a loveable scenario and given it a such a gracefull tone

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