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“From the sayings of Nachbaur; the Little Chimpanzee in Pants”
This was my first time out
After the hat purchase,
But not for a girl chase.
I wore a sport outfit.
For the tight hat not to fall and fit,
I had to farewell to my arms.
Now they were tools to crawl.
Shovel in the farms.
I passed under the glass door of Lion family.
“Such a smart peppy monkey!
He has bought a hat made of paper,
so, he won’t get too heated in summer
and metallic silver is the color of the year.”
Said the Lion Girl and I overheard her.
I was a chimp, not a monkey,
yet I couldn’t clarify it for her exactly.
At the Megamall, I did reach.
And today the Camel Girl was the merchant of speech:
“It begins:
The Des-Wood war.
That’s what they call it all.
War of Desert and Woods is what it means.
I am going.
We all have to go.”
“But we had a Camel-Goat vow.
You wanted to move in and be my queen.”
Said Goat, the poor thing.
Australian Frog had for the War a personal solution:
“If this comes true;
-the promise of Desert to Woods invasion-,
I well know how to get through:
Any man takes me,
and I will on his bare hand pee
Then, I get released with disgust immediately.”
I thought:
“If I ever leave, with me I will take
the photo I have with Doctor Schneider.”
Though I was damn sure this Wes-Wood war story was totally fake.
“Since we have one week
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to this Disaster,
I did register
for the Conference of Cleaner Weather.
I read on Twitter
about butterfly effect and nonlinear.
Maybe my taking part in this conference of cleaner
will postpone the war disaster.”
Said the Camel Girl.
“Nakhbar! Are you wearing a hat of paper?”
Asked the Lady bird.
I nodded yes to answer her.
And I told her
the story of the order and the letter.
“The apparatus malfunctions
and they say to the signs of the upcoming war,
this is another.”
“I leave in October.”
Said the Alpine Camois,
the newly married runner.
“All Alpine Camois leave their wives in autumn anyway.”
Wood louse decided on spot
that he should memorize all his books and know them all by heart.
“They will cut the trees
and build human towns.
There would be no Woods or paper, soon or late.
And I will have to put my books on sale.”
He so did lament.
Rabbit so did comment:
“The town lover, here!
Around concert halls I wander.
Human creativity ends? Never!
After each concert, my energy for running is doubled.
You know who else loves concert halls?
The Nightingale.
Human concerts inspire him to sing songs more subtle.
She is considering to become a Diva as her job title.
And you, Turtle?”
- “I always rest inside my home,
as has said the fable,
and as part of the pavement,
if it be cobbles.”
I thought I should make money to leave the Planet
and went on strolling when Creatures parted and dispersed.
