1 May 2012
Authors note: This poem was written by my second cousin when he was only eight years old. He's now working in Afghanistan fighting for our country. I thought it would be nice to post it on here as a toast to his well being and safe return.
There once was a monkey called Lee, Who woke up one morning to see, A giraffe called Jerome, Had invaded his home, And eaten his breakfast with glee!!
A Monkey Called Lee. • Opuss № I