Monkeys escaped from Longleat
Pull windscreen wipers off cars
Have a fondness for Carwash machines
Think their bristly brooms
Their home
It's a monkey puzzle tree to me
Pumas roaming the hills of Dartmoor
Dartmoor prison of brothers and nuns
The beast is on the loose, always
Prowling on the lookout for you
Like a lion
They beat the devil out of a man
And now he too is set free
Ready to step into another's body
Get out, get out I tell thee
The gulls in the sky
Black-headed ones flock
In large numbers
You can never call them sea gulls anymore
as Most of them have never even
heard of it, let alone seen it.
There's mould growing on my bathroom wall
Does that count as natural or unnatural?
I clean it off, but it reappears like a stain
Upon my soul
Out, out damn spot!
They bought a zoo
To show what could be done
With dollop of determination
And a side serving of salt and grit
And they did it
The animals were saved
As if by Noah
Still they are a little incongruous
On Dartmoor
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