For Clyde

This image was around last week. It was one of those "Write a story of 500 words or less" things. Well I didn't do it but it reminded me of this:

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For Clyde

The mustacioed organ grinder

and his hire-suited charge

cavorted on the waterfront

Beside a rottin barge.

In the failing light of evening

they divided up the loot

the man he kept the cup of coins

the monkey kept the fruit.

And when it all was over

And each received his due

I wasn't sure if I ground the organ

or wore the monkey suit.