The three wise monkeys they called themselves,
So crafty, so cunning and full of stealth.
Now that monkey three, he’d said some stuff,
And as for monkey two, he’d heard enough,
Then little monkey one he could take no more –
The things he’d seen, made him cry and roar.
So the three monkeys went their separate ways,
They roamed around, alone for days.
Had each monkey known the other was a friend
They could have talked and worked a way to mend.
Instead each of them worried that no one cared.
How clever they could have been, if only they’d shared.
Created for 100 Word Challenge for Grown Ups – Week #171