Mango Man
for my good friend Akkina,
When he eats mangoes he can tango
He eats a lot his belly is like a pot
Sometimes he swallows the stone
His belly rumbles and groans
So juicy so fruity he forgot
The mango man will eat from a can
Given the choice he picks nice and ripe
Numerous species from tropical trees
Addictive taste nothing goes to waste
Copyright © Niall Fulham | Year Posted 2017
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