Poems, by the unnatural handsome monkey

Yes write some poems to the most awesome , most funny , most handsome , most toughest , most merciful , most agressive , most humble ,of all the stone monkey's that ever felt pain.


How great is the hair on my body.
You hairs , stand at attention for the host with the most has given you life.
Come forth and grow , as your mission is to show the light to understand.
You demons and gay monsters ,my men will give you a bashing with much strife.
The crown of glory has been offered , but first i will take the pain headband.
Theres no file like the Monkey file,theres no staff like my staff.
Did you wanna come with me as a hair, maybe you can be a graft...........zion

There once was a rock as old as time,
(This has to be shortened so it can rhyme)
It became pregnate and gave birth,
Everything shook, most of the earth,
And from then on the monkey would eat sleep and climb.

Ta-daa!

Samas

there once was a guy called monky.
He was very funky.
Not like samas.
he is an ass.

-funky out

There was some shoulders made of iron
And there was a forehead made of bronze
There was a cloud made for fly'en
And a staff that weights some tonz...........zion

that was the crappest piece of poetry i have ever read, it literly spits in the face of free verse poetry!

your second poem dosnt even rhyme!

-funky out

nor does yours!

so my poem dosnt rhyme,
is that a crime!?
anyway you tool its called free verse,
now i shall give you the voodoo curse!
oh yes! i almost forgot!
monkey is cool and also very hawt!

-funky out

Funky Monkeys poetry skills need much improving
My poetry, on the other hand, is deep and moving.
My poetry could make the most masculine cry,
Curl up in a ball, and wish they would die.
Funky monkey is a n00b,
He could never dream of working out a rubix cube.
And 'hawt'
Is not
A word
You turd!

I used the word hawt cause i was acting like a fan girl,
when it comes to poetry im the big shinny pearl.
now i shall pull out a witty call,
one that shall beat them all.
YA MUM
HAS A BIG BUM
now its time to end this bout
im funky (the winner) and im out

In the world before monkey there was no order.
In the world after monkey there was no border.
He traversed all the glories and choose to be last.
Because he knew he could push them past.
Not forgetting his ability to make people smile.
And the rest of the gods did smile for a while.
But some didnt like that monkey was fun.
And there began to be war with all magic tricks under the sun.

your poem is awkward zion,
its is close to being ######.
i dont think it is monkey you should rely on,
maybe you should turn it into a rap.
lol no offence meant mate,
im just messing about.
turn it inot a rap and itll be great!
later interner friend, funky out

i dont like rap,
i believe rap resembeles something that rhymes with the word 'rap' and is another word for poo.
if i say the word, it will be bleeped out, i shall demonstrate: ######.
And this is all that i have to say or do.


HA! it all rhymed! thats right!

there was a monkey who break dances
who spins on his stone head and glances
at all the chicks who want to be the queen
but monkeys chick is from god and the rest dream.

monkey was funky
sometimes he got drunky and looked like a monkey
pigsy got drunky
sandy is a fishy boy that stinky
tripitaka needs a hair cut

right.... im gonna leave that one...