A baboon in the bottom of the barrel

This post was inspired by Kathryn on Librarians Matter. I'm not telling a joke because I shared my best one ("pull my finger!") with @pinkfairiedust in my office this afternoon. She declined. So, instead of a joke I offer some poetry. I hate poetry. This is one of very few poems I can recite. It is by the Spike Milligna (the famous typing error) and is called Baboon.

There once was a baboon
Who one afternoon
Said: "I think I'll fly to the sun"

So with two great palms
Strapped to his arms
He started his take-off run

Mile after mile
He galloped with style
But never once left the ground

"You're travelling too slow"
Called a passing crow
"Try reaching the speed of sound"

So he put on a spurt
By gosh how it hurt!
The soles of his feet caught fire

There were great clouds of steam
As he raced through a stream
But he still didn't get any higher

Racing on through the night
Both his knees caught alight
And smoke billowed out from his rear

Quick to his aid
Came a fire brigade
That chased him for over a year

Many moons pass by
Did Baboon ever fly?
Did he ever make the Sun?

I've just heard today
That he's well on his way
He'll be passing through Neesden at One.