Banana Breath

 

Monkey Breath



I swear I smell bananas sweet

Floating across from kitchen to dining room

It mushrooms like a melon halo

Around my head where it does bloom


Maybe the smell of a yellow flower

Do not banana blossoms scent the trees

Where the forest is lush and green

Oh do, sweet monkeys tell me please


For there must be an ape

Maybe a chimp like J. Fred Mugs

Who as a kid was my buddy

Always ready for some cuddle hugs


And as a human chippy’panzee

I know his breath smell sweet yellow

For that is what our Tarzan god

Would have us believe that swingin’ fella


Celluloid gods did appear on the 1st TV’s

Which magically bloomed in Hollywood

In cowboy guise and housewife lies

To sell the world a magic neighborhood


Where we all could indeed get

With General Mills cereal treats

Sending them money for the magic

Sending picture through air the feat


That gathered us all as one you see

Around that little black & white screen

With names like A and NBC a shine

Given a brand new world not before seen!


So smell that fruit from jungle lands

Swinging just for you so brand new

And with chimps and cowboys

And even a puppet show or two

Howdy Doody Doody Do for you!


Monkey Breath on Saturday

The Second day of August

By ©James M. Frase-White

A day filled with funny ‘nanna lust

2025

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