The monkey showed promise.
From the get go he typed,
“Hamlet enters: To be or not 2 b that is the quest”
at which point a bell went off.
After a lifetime in a lab,
the monkey sat hitting the i key
over and over, hearing the bell,
thinking, “Ring bell, get banana,
what the hell, no banana, ring
bell, get banana, what the hell…”
The monkey, unschooled
in the art of carriage returns,
sat producing an ever growing blob
of ink which aped his frustrations—
the black hole of monkey hell.