My monkey

My object good as new
When he found me he was filled with glee
He’s a gymnast he flips he does tricks like in the Olympics

He talks to me in his sleep
I feel like he’s in a different world, a new world
He goes high in the sky like he can fly

He’s tough and rough
He looks ordinary but he’s not he can talk and walk
He’s soft as a pillow and his tail as small as a shiny snake slithering through the bush

He can talk in any language
When he sleeps he makes mysterious noises “Ooh ooh aah aah”
I can understand him when he does that but no one else can

His face reminds me of the sand at the beach
His body as brown as the trunk of a tree
His eyes are a mirror

He reminds me of my mum and dad when they gave him to me