- Non-Erotic Poetry
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Spring time. Tarzan climbed the trees, played with the monkeys. He was hanging with them from branches, leaped from one to another. They shook the shoots, and petals like snowflakes went quietly down and formed a carpet. The Sun was making Tarzan and the monkeys lazy in a happy way, they slowed down.. Then he remembered the kindergarten.
A short walk and he entered a different world. Once inside, his nostrils were filled immediately with the smell of milk, urine and shit. Children played with and were beating on plastic monkeys. "Nice kids" Tarzan allowed. Children looked at him suspiciously. "Ok kids, I'll tell you a story about the monkeys out there..." Tarzan tried. The kindergarten citizens didn't hide their hostility anymore, it oozed from their orifices and protrusions. Kids pointed their smelly fingers at Tarzan and were pushing him outside. He looked at them and suddenly saw that these were no kids, they were midgets.
Senna Jawa ©
2002-08-29
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