Feeling like a baboon

[gizmoracer]

Hi everyone.

I have just been sitting up writing a poem of my own, which I will post here on a seperate thread. But it got me thinking, I've never been much of a poetry person really and I only know one poem. My Dad used to tell me it at night when I was a kid and it was the one I receited at senior school.

Its called Silly old Baboon and is by Spike Milligan

There once was a baboon
Who one afternoon
Said I think I shall fly to the sun

So with two great palms
Strapped to his arms
He started his take off run

Mile after mile
He galloped in style
But never once left the ground

You're running too slow
Said a passing crow
Try reaching the speed of sound

So he put on a spurt
By god how it hurt
The soles of his feet caught fire

There were great clouds of steam
As he raced through the stream
But he still didn't get any higher

Racing on through the night
Both his knees caught alight
And smoke bellowed out from his rear

Quick to his aid
Came the fire brigade
Who chased him for over a year

Many moons pased by
Did baboon ever fly?
Did he ever reach the sun?

Well I've just heard today
That he's well on his way
He'll be passing through Acton at one.


Apologies if I've got that slightly wrong anywhere it was done from memory.

So is it me or does anyone else out there suddenly feel like a baboon, desperatly trying to do the impossible? I also thought it might give someone a giggle.