Monkeys Typing Shakespeare

I knew a monkey once.
He was brown, wild and free.
He could run faster than me
as he bolted up the nearest tree.

He’d rap his chest and shout,
“Oooh, ooh, ooh and eee, eee, eee.”
Then he’d jump from the tree
and land right on top of me.

I’d fall to the ground
and curse the crazy monkey
but he’d just laugh and flee
into the bushes to eat a berry.

Then one day he was gone.
I looked around but couldn’t see
where my monkey could be.
Now my tree is simply empty.

I wait in the cool shade
for my monkey to return.
It’s only my time to burn.
Some monkeys just never learn.

I’ll wait another week or so
but I know he’s really gone.
Sometimes I’m here until dawn
and wake up on the wet lawn.