Fragile like a Ribena bottle
Made of steel
Gripped in the paws of King Kong
Squeezing, twisting, mutilating
Singing his own beautiful song
All the innocent bystanders don’t bystand
But hurry on past
Watching this beautifully nightmare-ish scene
Accompanied with shock and a whole load of gasps
The giant monkey looks down on this faultless sound
The Ribena bottle falls to the ground
There’s a silent CRASH
He eyes up an old man
Hurriedly trying to dash away
But the quick, brash monkey
Catches him in his grasp
Swings him in the air
King Kong is a mad-man
The old man stays silent
Helplessly flailing arms and legs
To scream he doesn’t dare
Just clasps onto the monkeys hair
And then what happened next
Nobody expected
King Kong took the man
Put him in the middle of his palm
Face to face
Eye to eye
I spy with my little eye
An old man beginning to cry
He falls to his knees
And the monkey takes pity
Contemplates allowing him to return to his city
He takes his giant finger and strokes the old man
As if to reassure that he ain’t gonna hurt him
Desert him
Murk him
From that day on
The old man and King-Kong
Became better than best friends
The monkey was a monster
Old man was drawing to an end
There were more Ribena bottles
More talking grapes
More tolerance towards the love of an ape
For his best friend
The old, old man
Who from that point on
Never ever ran
He stayed by his side
And he stayed by his
Because that’s kind of, sort of what friendship is
But then one day
King-Kong had a craving
For the blood of a human being who’s ageing
He looked down and didn’t see hands and feet
He saw a chunk of thirst-quenching meat
King-Kong was hungry
Old man was a dummy
Old man ended up in King-Kongs tummy.
THE END.
Moral of the story: King-Kong is gon’ eat you no matter how ugly you are.
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