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