Poems of the Week

Monkeying Around

by Steven Urquhart Bell

“Great apes deliberately spin to become dizzy, say researchers”
BBC News

It’s sort of what we used to do at school:
You birled round and round until you got
So dizzy that you wobbled and collapsed,
A helpless heap of giggles, on the spot.

I’ve never been nostalgic for my youth—
The passing of it doesn’t make me blub—
But if I was as unselfconscious now,
I’d save a bloody fortune in the pub.