Ronald Koertge, "An Infinite Number of Monkeys"

After all the Shakespeare, the book
of poems they type is the saddest
in history.

But before they can finish it,
they have to wait for that Someone
who is always

looking to look away. Only then
can they strike the million
keys that spell

humiliation and grief, which are
the great subjects of Monkey
Literature

and not, as some people still
believe, the banana
and the tire.

*My thanks to Joshua Newman of self-aggrandizement.com for finding and linking to this poem.