Along stood a flunky monkey
waving margaritas under a tree
and yelled out he wanted to talk to me.
said he that he had a secret
that he was bursting at seams to outlet
but he was busy just now, with the ferret.
Now when the two were done,
having tea, cigars, and some fun;
he stopped, looked squarely at the sun.
Then turned around to face me
and spoke..who the hell might you be?
The sanest sight I ever did till then see.
Now the monkey wore a funny hat,
red felt, looked queer as a bat;
said, "Sorry, thought you were a cat."
I paused and wondered as to why
he could speak to me so sly;
when out his mouth came a huge butterfly.
Never more astonished could I be
but surprised I wasn't at all to see
for there was an odd monkey talking to me.
The butterfly was a brilliant bright blue
and despite its wonderful magical hue
landed on my shoulder for a much better view.
Coyed up to me, whispered in my ear
"Oh my, you are talking to a monkey, my dear.
I am queen here, you have nothing to fear."
"Queen Lavitia, is my name,
Oh, the monkey he is quite tame,
However his stories are a tad insane."
He danced and jumped like a fool,
but took my hand and led to a nearby pool,
where the Queen and I took seats on toadstools.
At once before me, said "look in my eyes!"
I swear deep in his eyes were a pair of fireflies!
Next I knew, the monkey had me mesmorized.
This is where the funky monkey's tale began
where the water steamed away and turned to sand
and we boarded ship to set sail away from land.
He told of a land where there is always a breeze
and cherubs fly about as small as honeybees.
Beautiful meadows of blue grasses and violet seas.
The native flora is all made of colored sugar cane
and all the pebbles are red hots to drive your mouth to flame,
At once I stood up, "Stop here, monkey, you are insane!"
Queen Lativia fluttered before me, taking quite a pose,
I thought for a moment she might land on my nose!
"My dear child, sit, all is well. This is what i propose."
"Let him get the story started up again.
What must have an end must always begin.
Allow the monkey to tell his tale to the end."
He reached in a tiny purple pocket in his red shirt vest,
and out came a three foot golden wand right out of his chest.
A trail of golden dust showered from the end, as he began to jest.
"UhmHumm...Before I was so rudely interupted,
Take your seat, my dear, for I shan't be disrupted,
for I see now, the Queen, your mind has corrupted."
With that, he danced and began the tale once more.
As he waved his wand, golden dust fell to the earth galore,
coating the grass, the sand, creating a sparkling golden floor.
Entranced by it all, I put my head down on my knees,
Not surprised at all, by the faeries skating by as they please,
As my lids grew dim, they seemed as small as fleas.
They danced in the dust, acting out the show,
As the monkey's tale of life, began to flow and grow,
Sweet as angels, wicked as devils, the faeries were hard to follow.
He told of the worst and best of humanities,
loudly proclaiming wars, only to whisper the profanities,
faeries girating to tales of humans' lusts, dancing wildly to insanities.
The faeries acted out centuries of tales of lust,
and wars and feats of humanity in the golden dust;
their dancing was enchanting till at once was a huge wind gust.
All at once the party came to an end,
because thunder followed behind the gust of wind,
and the faeries chatter that raindrops were around the bend.
As raindrops fell upon my face,
I woke, startled, to look about the place,
the cat was still there, but of a monkey there was no trace,
A huge blue butterfly twittered about,
the cat opened his eyes and stretched his paws out,
I whispered to him, "The dream had to end, there was no doubt."