'What is your bid <br />for the gold monkey, ' <br />calls out the auctioneer. <br />'One hundred dollars! ' <br />the old woman cries <br />from the back row <br />wildly waving a bill. <br />'Nonsense, this statue <br />is real gold, ' he replies. <br />'And this is real money <br />you turd', she says <br />having the last word.<br /><br />Faith Elizabeth Brigham<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-gold-monkey/
