Poetry by Rhys Hughes
IF I SAW A MONKEY
If I saw a monkey
sailing on the sea
I might feel inclined to laugh –
but not with
a tee hee hee.
It seems to me
that a ho ho ho
would better fit the rhythm
of the oars
in his paws
as he rows
with his toes while the juice
flows below
his banana canoe as he paddles
across the ocean
with a regular motion
all the way to say
hello to you.
Wait!
Do monkeys
actually have paws?
A FAN OF HANDS
I’m a fan of hands,
I am.
Tentacles
are all well and good
under the sea
and I don’t agree
that they never suit
the environmental mood
but when it’s time
for a cup of tea
on the beach,
hands are handy
and although it’s sandy
we can reach
for the plate of biscuits
with more ease
and alacrity.
And when it’s too hot
there’s not
a lot we can do
to cool our brows
if we don’t have a fan
of hands.
Rhys Hughes has lived in many countries. He graduated as an engineer but currently works as a tutor of mathematics. Since his first book was published in 1995 he has had fifty other books published and his work has been translated into ten languages.
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