There once was a teenage monkey
He sat at the trippy tree trunky
Sippin’ his co-co-nutty’s
With tow of his bro-like buddies
When out came the dare
Of a monkey monk monkey stare
Jumpin’ and squealing
Banana’s where a peel peelin’
Excited and merry
To pop monkey’s cherry
“You want in our clan?”
“And be ‘our’ brother man?”
“You must first pass the test”
.Just like the rest.
So off the monkey trotted
And in his mind he plotted
The perfect plan
To become a man
He swung from the trees
And knelt on knees
Looking for his prey
Until arose the perfect day…
He saw the beast…
His eyebrow creased…
Climb
Climb
Climb
He climbed
The highest tree
…Wait
Wait…
.Waiting.
…Baited
Bait…
.Baiting>
The beast came close
!!...shhhhhhhh…!!
They’re…
.Nose to nose.
The monkey whipped out his banana
Wrapped in a pink bandana
Slowly unwrapped it
And then…
On the giraffe’s nose
He started to whack it
His smile was
Crack…
Crack…
Cracking…
When…
!!WHACK!!
!!CRACK!!
!!SMACK!!
The giraffe
Head butt-butted him back!!
His coconuts hairy
Now leaked out the dairy
Crying at the sight of his coconuts crushed
Back through the jungle he
Rush!
Rush!!
Rushed!!!
The other monkeys pointed and laughed
His poor banana was bent mid-shaft
He spend the rest of his days
Hiding from the other monkeys’ gaze
To vines he held. Cling, clinging
Always somberly swing, swinging
And his song he was a
Sing…
Sing…
Singing?
“I used to be the best swinger,
in the whole jungle wide,
but I was a bit eager with my banana,
and alas
I lost my pride.”
~
THE END
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