Fried Bananas
There was an angel in the woods,
An angel pious and devout,
And then the angel understood
A grave divine assistance shout,
The angel neared it so she could
See what the uproar was about;
There sat a monkey deeply grieved,
His pupils swollen with his feet,
“I cannot climb, oh angel please”,
The hungry monkey did entreat,
“Won’t you lend me your angel’s wings
So I could reach my food and eat?”
“With much regret”, the angel said,
“ I must refuse your desperate plea,
From God himself these wings were gifts,
A gift to me and only me,
To use for such a humble task
It would be doubtless blasphemy.”
The clever monkey, not done yet,
Had this then to the angel say :
“ I wish to use that great big book
You grasp to stand on, if I may.”
“I’m sorry, but without my book”,
Was shot back, “How then can I pray?”
“I can be loaned your halo, then,
I can employ it to be tossed.”,
“I’m sorry”, said the angel, “but
Such action would enrage my boss;
You see, the tree you’re targeting
Resembles very much a cross.”
But then the angel slipped and fell
Before she could recount from John,
And soon she woke and all of her
Angel accessories were gone;
And much to her astonishment
She viewed the monkey with them on;
“You filthy little stinking thief!”,
She looked up then and did outcry;
“You took advantage of my state
And stole from me while I did lie!
Now I have not my book or hat!
Now I am unable to fly!”
“I stole them not, and that is why”,
The airborne monkey then replied,
“I was bestowed such pleasant gifts
When then at last I starved and died;
But worry not, you’ve much to eat--
I only hope you like them fried!….”
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