Silly Old Baboon by Spike Milligan
There was a baboon Who one afternoon Said I think I will fly to the sun
So with great palms
Strapped to his arms
He started he takeoff run
Mile after mile
He galloped in style
But never once left the ground
You’re going too slow said a passing crow
Try reaching the speed of sound
So
He put on a spurt
My god how it hurt
Both the soles of his feet caught on fire
As he went through a stream
There were great clouds of steam
But he never got any higher
On and on through the night
Both his knees caught alight
Clouds of smoke billowed out of his rear!!!
Quick to his aid
Were the fire brigade
They chased him for over a year
Many moons passed by
Did baboon ever fly
Did he ever get to the sun
I’ve just heard today,
He’s well on his way
He’ll be passing through action at one
Ps – well. What do you expect from a baboon
*For this brief, I have done it for the first semester. The design was follow by the poem, but the key is I have chosen some sentences, which I thought it might be interesting to work on.
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