Dit gedicht noem ik Monkey Business

Boerlage the Baboon, oh what a sight,
Drinking coconut cocktails all through the night.
Lost in the jungle, with no way out,
His fate was sealed, without a doubt.

But then came the circus, with a glimmer of hope,
Boerlage was saved, but at what a cost.
Forced to perform tricks, day after day,
His freedom was gone, taken away.

Oh Boerlage, how your story breaks my heart,
Trapped in a cage, with no chance to depart.
Geef poot, such is the fate of a circus baboon,
A life of servitude, until your final tune.

Opgedragen aan pa & ma Boerlage.