When the light seemed to shine,
The monkey fell in,
All that could be bad,
Could finally begin,
Hither in the spindley vine,
A cusp of both venom devine,
Who would have thought things could be so hard?
I like 
(not sure of the punctuation though?)
A truly pessimistic poem, doing what it should.
Sings how the monkey made bad, ignoring how he made good.