Yellow Mango

Ripe mango. Succulent mango How bright your yellow glows Sweet mango up on the tree hang How sweet you'd be on my tongue I wish i were a monkey I'd climb up and pluck thee Lucky you, my dear mango that no wind blows and my breath can't do what does the wind too If my words could turn into stone hurled at you, you'd be my own Man go O man go Your name spells so Never will i heed that Your root shall be my mat Untill a merciful wind ride on the wing of time