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Battle of the Ape. (Poem)
Presented by WilliamJT.

Upon stormy and cold strung night
Began my adventure of which I now write,
Starting when in bed warm and deep
A crash awoke me from beautiful sleep.

Launched I from blanket and pillow
To peer through frost covered portal,
Out of window, face I did see
Something so evil it scared even me.

A monkey I met, a gross hairy mound.
With muscles great from head to ground,
Outside my abode he did roar
A challenge of battle, for glory and more.

When spied I my awful foe
Quickly I sped by tip toe,
Till a weapon in my fist I had
For the beast was getting pretty mad.

A blazing rifle, black yet bold
And shining new, not something old,
Of death and fire it seemed to sing
Surely ‘twas a weapon fit for a king.

Then sighting at the hoary beast
I aimed at head protected least,
Next finger to trigger tugged did I
Accompanied with single word, “Die!”

In my head reverberating
The boom all noise was saturating,
A glow from muzzle of barrel did leave
And hit was the enemy revealed by a heave.

Monster was dead or so thought I
But this decision was a lie,
For round I shot had stopped at skull
A mighty battle was to be this duel.

With sudden motion starling me
The monkey displayed two tusks of ivory,
And with loud noise, (not quite loud as boom)
He shoved his face into my room.

A stool, three shoes and a vase
Where destroyed with arm-like mace,
Then in nervous moment of mine
Released I my mag which was a bad sign.

Things then were truly dire
Another problem heaped onto the fire.
The hairy infection scraped quite near,
And finally I began to fear.

To be destroyed in home so close to bed
“Never!” shouted I shaking head,
And with prayer and dexterity
Wiped from chest new magazine.

Now flipping gun to auto full,
And charging handle with a pull,
Released I did a mighty cry
“Rutabaga” shouted I.

Exclaimed this I know not why,
But this boasting my courage high
I held down trigger to the rear,
And bullets exploded, hitting ape from ear to ear.

The beast then fell in bloody mess,
And to my readers must I confess
No more ammo left had I to spare
If the creature to stir again did dare.

But foe moved even little not
For bested he was and shot,
So smiling at carcass trophy mine
decided I back to sleep to dine.

When morning came parents asked
Why hole in wall was lying unmasked,
I told them the truth, no fairytale
What I had done through storm and hail.

Father patted head of mine,
Thanking me for heroic use of time
Loving mother mistook me for a boy
Naming my fearsome weapon but a toy.

But cared I not for my stomach was a-rumbling
For food I from bed came tumbling,
And as the gloomy dark did cease.
Sat I down for a victory feast.

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