The Little Monkey

The little monkey sat and cried.

He thought her love was bonafide.

She’d transferred to another lab.

He watched the yellow taxicab.

The sky was dropping tons of rain.

It seemed to match his utter pain.

He'd known her since his day of birth.

He thought to her he had some worth.

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She ran the program he was in,

ensured that he would always win.

This female human stole his heart.

But now it seemed they'd be apart.

He cried so softly, no one heard.

She used to comfort with a word.

His name is Frank and he is small,

a spider monkey after all.

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The two would often play a game.

He'd signal when she called his name.

She then would give him quite the treat,

a full banana he would eat.

The new employee starts today,

and she has something nice to say.

Her hands are warm and hold on tight

to rock this monkey late at night.

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It might not be so very bad.

He's once again a happy lad.