Some coffee had gotten on a man’s ape. The man said,
animal did you get on my coffee?

No no, whistled the ape, the coffee got on me.

You’re sure you didn’t spill on my coffee? said the man.

Do I look like a liquid? peeped the ape.

Well you sure don’t look human, said the man.

But that doesn’t make me a fluid, twittered the ape.

Well I don’ know what the hell you are, so just stop it,
cried the man.

I was just sitting here reading the newspaper when you
splashed coffee all over me, piped the ape.

I don’t care if you are a liquid, you just better stop
splashing on things, cried the man.

Do I look fluid to you? Take a good look, hooted the ape.

If you don’t stop I’ll put you in a cup, screamed the man.

I’m not a fluid, screeched the ape.

Stop it, stop it, screamed the man, you are frightening me.

1 Comment

  1. Andrew Neuendorf says:

    I like this poem so much that I named by weblog after it. (apeandcoffee.blogspot.com)

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