The Signifying Monkey Talks Literature

Abstract

Deep down in the jungles, way back in the sticks, The animals had form ed a game called pool. The baboon was a slick. Now a few stalks shook, and a few leaves fell. Up popped the monkey one day, ’bout sharp as hell. He had a one-button roll, two-button satch. You know, one o f them boolhipper coats with a belt in the back. The baboon stood with a crazy rim, Charcoal gray vine, and a stingy brim, Handful o f dimes, pocket full o f herbs, Eldorado Cadillac parked at the curb.1