Curious George: A Poem
A True Story
I was in Mexico
at a beach on the bay,
when I spotted a gal
shaking a cage.
She stood and she shook
where an ape was displayed,
only to provoke the residents rage.
High on a boulder she gripped and she rattled,
until it approached and engaged her in battle.
An arm through the wire, it gripped on her hair.
It shook her, and yanked her, and people just stared.
I was stuck there in limbo, just shocked at the scene.
Listening, bloody murder as the young blonde screamed.
He pulled her so close with the strength of ten men,
until she slipped from the rock and then him.
She got up and brushed the dust from her shirt,
stared into the cage, cigarette butts in the dirt.
This was no George ,
No curious play.
When she saw this she ran,
and she still runs to this day.