After all the Shakespeare, the book <br />of poems they type is the saddest <br />in history. <br /> <br />But before they can finish it, <br />they have to wait for that Someone <br />who is always <br /> <br />looking to look away. Only then <br />can they strike the million <br />keys that spell <br /> <br />humiliation and grief, which are <br />the great subjects of Monkey <br />Literature <br /> <br />and not, as some people still <br />believe, the banana <br />and the tire.<br /><br />Ronald Koertge<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/an-infinite-number-of-monkeys/
