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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