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Broken Banana



I rub my back on the bark of a branch

She left and she broke my banana

She had the brightest butt I've ever seen

But then she broke my banana



The way the breeze caught

The fur on her arms

As we'd swing through the trees

Away from life's harms

And she'd show me her teeth

She had the loveliest smile

She'd groom bugs from my back

With the sexiest style

Whenever I'd beat my chest

To show her I had class

She'd always tempt me with her fingers

And let me watch her scratch her ass



Now I sit alone in my tree

Not quite believing she's gone

No one here to monkey with me

But at least I have my banana