Them pesky wardrobe monkeys

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Alan Heeley

Wardrobe Monkeys

There’s a room in my house where things are stored
Things that are stolen, misplaced lost!
I’ve never found the door yet
But I’m sure it must be full
Them pesky wardrobe monkeys
Are at it again!

My get up and go…
Missing
Someone stole my youth
I’m hanging on to my good looks
But they’re stealing my enthusiasm for life
One time it was ‘let’s go for it’
Now it’s ‘what ever’ I’ve just got to rest first’


I’m wandering around my house,
looking for this room
Wondering why am I in the kitchen ?
Where have my shoes gone?
I thought I’d catch them monkeys
Messing with the remote control
But found it down the side of the chair before it could be removed

I’ve started to make a list
Of all the things gone
My wife says I’m paranoid
She’s just tidied up
But I’m installing cameras and sprinkling the floor of my study with salt
They’re not going to get away with it
They’ll soon be caught!
 
AND.... DON'T get me started on Danek ( means “God is my judge” in Polish ) . The Spanish call theirs Danilo but it means the same thing... and someday .... HE is going to have to give account of all the SOCK families he BROKE apart.

YOU know who I'm talking about!!! ..... that DREADED "dryer dweller" who seems to ONLY devour ONE sock of a pair.

I have not yet seen the WARDROBE monkey... but I am a minimalist and so... I think he knows that my house is BORING with NO where to hide. HA
 
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