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That’s the way things have always been done around here!

Monkey and Banana

A colleague shared this with me.  I bet that you can relate to it in some way, either at work, home or even when training.

A group of scientists placed 5 monkeys in a cage, and in the middle they placed a ladder with bananas on top.

Every time a monkey went up the ladder, the scientists soaked the remainder with ice cold water.

After a while, every time a monkey went up the ladder, the others beat that monkey up for going up the ladder.

After time, no monkey dare go up the ladder, regardless of the temptation of more bananas.

Scientists decided to substitute one of the monkeys and the first thing the new monkey did was go up the ladder. Immediately, the remaining monkeys beat him up.

After several more beatings, the new monkey learned not to climb the ladder, even though he never knew why.

A second monkey was substituted in and the same thing occurred. The first new monkey even participated in the beating of the second new monkey. A third new monkey was changed and the same process was repeated. The fourth was substituted in and the beating was repeated. Finally, the fifth and last remaining member of the original group of monkeys was replaced.

What was left was a group of 5 monkeys that even though they never received an ice cold shower, they continued to beat up any monkey who attempted to climb the ladder.

If it was possible to ask the monkeys why they would beat up all those who attempted to go up the ladder, their answer would probably be…..

I don’t know, that’s the way things have always been done round here….



The Uncertainty of the Poet by Wendy Copes

I love this poem – hope you do, too!

I am a poet.
I am very fond of bananas.

I am bananas.
I am very fond of a poet.

I am a poet of bananas.
I am very fond.

A fond poet of ‘I am, I am’-
Very bananas.

Fond of ‘Am I bananas?
Am I?’-a very poet.

Bananas of a poet!
Am I fond? Am I very?

Poet bananas! I am.
I am fond of a ‘very.’

I am of very fond bananas.
Am I a poet?