I'm not a Gorilla-Man!

THIS IS A FICTIONAL POEM.

My brother pulled a dirty trick on me that was lousy to do.

Before I put on a Goriila mask, he filled it with Super Glue.

I've tried and tried to pull this mask off but it's stuck.

I've been wearing it for three years, I'm out of luck.

 

Now I have the body of a man and the head of an ape.

When people see me, they think I'm a killer Gorilla Freak and they're desperate to escape.

When President Obama saw me, the chicken got scared and ran.

I'm a Human Being, I'm getting tired of being called a Gorilla-man!

 

Some Carnival people came to my house and they asked me to be one of their freaks.

I hit them so hard that their jaws had to be wired shut, now none of them can speak.

Now my brother is blind, I got even with the creep.

I Super Glued his eyes shut while he was asleep.

Reviews

[M.E.Lyle]

What a freaky story. Tell me, did your brother happen to use Gorilla Glue? This is such a neat trick. I think I'll try it on one of my grandsons. I don't think their mother would like it too much though. I'll blame it on one of the other children.
Great, and humorous write.