Check out this poem, Artie the Time Traveling Chimp, by Chris Graham, as posted on The Story Reading Ape Blog
Artie, the Time Traveling Chimp, was walking with an obvious limp.
I asked, “What’s the matter?”, as he collapsed on a chair, with a clatter.
“I crashed my machine. You know the one I mean.
I was traveling through space, at an incredible pace.
Time didn’t exist, and was not even missed.
When, quick as a flash, I had a terrible crash.”
“Into what?” I asked, as he Alack’d and Alas’d.
“Myself.” he replied, as he deeply sighed.
“I’d been where I went, when time decidedly bent.
I came back on my route, at the same pace to boot.
To meet myself going out, and gave myself such a clout.
Our machines made one wreck, and we both said ‘Oh Heck’
We looked at myself in the eyes, and got a surprise.
No reflection was this, all seemed quite remiss.
We had a deep ponder, in puzzled wonder.
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