Cool hand Gus

 

 What’s going on at the Co opIts been cordoned off, with some tapeThe police have a ten strong contingentWas it robbery, murder or rape ? We telephoned Lynn cos she works thereBut it turned out she’d had the day offShe wasn’t too well, by her voice you could tellAnd every so often she’d cough The policemen were not very helpfulAs they stood and they guarded the doorBut looking between, their two legs, gabardineI could swear there was blood on the floor The rumours were rife “ someone stabbed with a knife”A robbery, someone got shotA terrorist gang, going out with a bangWas there truth in these tales, there was not For fact is far stranger than fictionThere’s no murderer, on the rampageJust a poor little beast enjoying a feastA small creature, escaped from its cage It was just after two when the menFrom the Zoo, arrived in a van with a gunSaid “ we’ve been ‘ere before, hold open the doorWe’ll soon put an end to his fun” Going down with a thump and a dart in his rumpSpread-eagled he lay on the deckNo one thought that this ape would ever escapeOr would be such a pain in the neck Now he’s back in the great ape enclosureHe’s a hero of cunning and guileRegaled by the others, both sisters and brothersOn his face, fixed, a permanent smile 

© John W Fenn 07-09-2009