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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