Fly High, Superguy!

Mama Mia, Mama My-O, here's Dr. Ape's autobio. As a young chimp swinging through trees was not done with ease. I was a brat who liked to tease. My poor Ma an Pa, I could never please. In tenth grade I was expelled from the school of the chimps. Who likes to take orders from teachers that are wimps? They told me to leave our pack of gorrillas. Crazy stuff I did in school caused too many thrilla's. I roamed a vast jungle known as Chicago. That's where I learned to ride a wild Hog-O. There were other apes like me. We all road Harleys. We learned a lot by sleeping on roofs with a monkey called Charlie. Sometimes I even slept in cars, tired from playing on the monkey bars. Laughter seemed to be good medicine in a world such as ours. Ape's in the jungle must survive by their wits. This always caused laughter in fits. I laughed too hard and fell into some pits. But it's not how you fall down. It's how you get back up. I revived with a drink from a loving cup. You may get a weird look if you write a funny book. Pay no attention. At least you're not a crook. The Supernatural College of Knowledge gave me a job. Now I'm a teacher instead of a slob. I work out after writing so I don't turn into a blob. Thanks for your time, Dr. Ape and the Rhyme.