Poem: Larry the Ape

Larry the Ape

Larry the ape
doesn’t like grapes.
He doesn’t like
salesman named Mike.
He cares not for
long-winded bores
that chat too much
at Sunday brunch.
He doesn’t get
guys in corvettes.
He’s not at all
political—
thinks globally,
acts locally.
You could do worse
than read some verse
about an ape
who loves thin crepes
filled with berries,
who can carry
a pleasant chat,
one in which that
there is space for
all to explore
each opinion
like an onion—
to make it bare
layer by layer.
You’d be right to
invite him to
your fancy brunch,
dinner, or lunch.
Just don’t mistake
to service him grapes.

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The sketch that appeared by the original draft, featuring the author’s thumb.