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MR. PLAYER COMES CALLING

Playful monkeys on trunks of gold.
Banana like branches, like hammocks.
“My friends and family dynamics…
Oh, the fun of the life I pleasantly hold!”

Jealous of a competing tree…so calm.
So busy at her task, sun shines hot.
Pleasantly singing of what life’s brought,
Lai Lai weaving leaves of palm.

Swinging his hairy silhouette he turns up
party music, which relaxes “Mr. Player.”
Pulls his sweetheart close, he turns ever grayer.
Knowing she’s growing older, he must break up.

Lai Lai swings tree to tree selling homemade goods.
Pays for the tree she rents.  Smiles at her troubles.
“Who does she think she is? Never offers me her baubles!”
“The player” decides to ditch his girl, present falsehoods

to the girl across the way. He must bring her down
Out of her, oh so humble, ho hum existence.
Cool player expects no real resistance.
As Lai Lai sees him swinging her way, she wears a frown.

His charms come calling, arms are swinging…
Lai Lai not shy on wisdom, pulls back a branch.
Her refusal, shakes the tree, Player in an avalanche.
Wounded head to toe, besides his pride is stinging,

Mr. Player found he was better off with his queen bee.
Finds her sunning herself, banana splits laid out in feast.
She mocks and laughs and cleans up her big hairy beast,
“She’s too goody two shoes for you! What you want is me!”

Lai Lai relaxing after a hard week of pleasant labor.
It’s Sunday, waiting for her hard working man.
She’s time to dress herself in silk, wave the heat away with fan.
You see Lai Lai’s fallen in love with her ambitious neighbor.

Moral: Don’t fall for a charmer. 

3/7/2017
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