A Pome a Day for a Year

Dirt incline under lush foliage,
pathway brown and stone and sand
corridors of nature funnelling
Kong and Man alike,
to destinations final, where primates battle
and the crown,
heavy upon the head of who wears said crown,
gleams in the jungle sunshine.

Swing fling,
we japes and traipse
thru’ canopy and o’er tranana,
grabbing rainbows for each other
so dinosaurs may gorge.

A centennial of fruits, bringing first place
trophies, stands at the finish line
and we race, on hands or bottoms,
against foes coleopteran.

Our bananas are love,
Our bananas are life,
we laugh and bounce,
oh banana, donk donk
Donkey Kong we shout as crocodile tears.