Nattering little monkeys
Brawling among the trees.
Slapping, spitting, and hissing,
Spreading filth and disease.
They chirp such inane prattle,
They stamp their feet so loud.
The jungle shakes and quivers,
They each remain unbowed.
He grabs a fallen tree branch,
She crouches in defense.
He swings a mighty circle,
She mocks him with pretense.
What petty crime has triggered
This latest rigmarole?
Did her sharp tongue assault him?
Or something that he stole?
No matter what the reason,
They fight like this all day.
To think they both spawned from me:
I shudder in dismay.
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