Kimmy.

Kimmy
by james bezerra

When you choose to date
any sort of primate
you should anticipate
that your mother might have an issue.

See, my mother had hopes for me
that didn’t involve a chimpanzee.
Though – I’ll admit – I now see
that it was rude not to warn her
before we showed up for dinner.

But it was unacceptable
that my mother only offered a bowl
on the kitchen floor for
Kimmy to eat her dinner!

“She is not my pet!”
I spit,
“She is my date!”
Then my mother got irate,
“No child of mine will date a primate!”

Needless to say,
my mother will not be attending the wedding day.

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