The Ajax Mummies
come complete
with fingercups and spoons.
Crickets adorn their heads
like the hair of Medusa.
And they roll off the assembly line
singing sea-chanties
because, frankly, they haven't any sense.
"It's a gorilla thing, Mother."
Said Father, plucking tufts of hair
from his arm and scooting his butt
on the carpet.
"Have you an itch?" asked Mother.
"An itch?" pondered Father,
"No. I'll not have an itch."
"Well, stop it, then,
you look like the dog."
"Dog?" Considered Father, "No, no dog.
It's a gorilla thing, Mother.
And I hate your eyes."