Poetry for an Infinite Number of Monkeys, Halloween and Evolution. . . (A world first) ...

One day I found myself looking up

At an infinite number of Monkeys in a tree

And an infinite number of Monkeys

Stared indignantly . . . . . 

Just looking back down at me

They said they were not happy

And they shouted in my ear

That it was them that wrote

The collected works

Of that bloke we call Shakespeare

And they had planned to write

The concise pocket edition of Aristotle

And maybe Homer’s Odyssey

But they then decided to all go on Strike

Because they were still waiting

For their large Shakespearean fee

So confused I shouted

Trick or Treat, as it is nearly Halloween

But the Monkeys just sneered

And said as a relative

I was the worst they had ever Seen

And I tried to point out to them

That I was higher in the Evolutionary Process

Which was plainly clear to see?

But they very kindly pointed out

I was on the ground . . . looking up

And they were looking down

From up in the Tree

While in a pond near by

A single celled critter

Sung a Song

All about Halloween and Evolution

And how he thought

Both had gone

Quite

Wrong