From a Poetic Genius

Wanted to share Micah's first real poem.(Even though he is a romantic visionary/entertainer, he is after all, still male) This is his first unrevised/unedited draft. Enjoy!

Monday, November 15, 2010Pipe Monkeys
This poem was inspired when my dad and I were doing laundry in a hotel we were staying at.
My dad pointed out a strange, taping sound coming from one of the sinks. I imagined that it was a monkey hitting the pipes with his hands like it was a bongo. Enjoy!


Pipe Monkeys

In the cabinet of the kitchen in the hotel where I am,
Some monkeys gather round and one begins to jam,
They all crowd around him and he hits the pipes,
Make'n a beat,
I move my feet and it feels so sweet,
I start to wonder, "who is this guy",
I love how he plays those pipes but why
I have to meet this dude,
But first,
I need to get some food.


So, after my snack,
I plan my sneak attack,
On knowlege,
My quesions fill my mind like a forrest is filled with folige,
I opened the cabinet under the sink,
Out seeped a horible stink,
"The monkeys!" I thought,
I was so happy I cried,
When I finished,
I stepped inside,
It was dark, there was no light,
Then suddenly it was bright!

The room was lit by srobes,
And red and blue probes!
Then the monkey's beautiful beat rang out,
It began with tap tap tap boom!
Then exploded into a flowing river of impressive piping moves'
That rang through the room,
"Wow, he's good!" I marveled,
I pushed through the crowd and stood at the front of the stage,
The monkey who played was a dark shade of beige,
He wore a blonde surfer's wig,
And a pair of sun glasses that Elvis would really dig,

All eyes were now on me,
The music stopped and the room was in a strange hush,
The monkey took out a combe and gave his wig a brush,
Then he spoke,
"Hello Mr.Mcgee. May, I call you Micah?"
I was shocked. Finaly I spoke "Sure" I said,
"Good. Now come on up here, and give these pipes a slide."
"Really? I can?"
"Yeah! I really like you human folk. By the way my name is Dan.",
So, I climbed on stage and played a beat that I learned,
I found the music gave my heart every thing for which it yearned,
Dan joined in and the monkeys were dancing again,
Then, when it was 2:10 p.m,
I played one last flop!,
Then the music came to a shattering stop,
I said I had to do chores,
And was met with a lot of "what ifs" and "ors",
I said I really must go,
and my departure was slow,
Then after promising to come back tomarrow for the last time,
I heard my cell phone chime,
I told my mom I was on my way,
As I left I told myself I would never forget that day,
When the pipe monkeys taught me how to play.
-Micah Mcgee


NOW I know why it takes him so long to do his chores!lol!