On the Beach, By the Lake, Where the Monkeys Play

I've got winter in my panties, a cool, refreshing breeze. Aliens have taken my daughter, and my wife can't find her keys. It's always on the bottom, in a bag, in a place time forgot. When yer confused together, yer confused a lot. On the beach, by the lake, where the monkeys play, where the thunder rumbles and the sky is gray, the weather gathers and drifts this way... I'm in repose in neurogenesis. I'm in cahoots with the butterflies. Boxcar Bertha rode the rails, I rode the railroad ties. It feels a bit autumnal, and there's a warbler in the trees. The equinox is tomorrow so I stock up on THCs. On the beach, by the lake, where the monkeys play, where the thunder rumbles and the sky is gray, the weather gathers and drifts this way... "On the Beach, By the Lake, Where the Monkeys Play" Copyright 2017 Gregg M. Pasterick All rights reserved.