Funky Monkey

Funky Monkey short poem

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Oooh FUNKY MONKEY on a John Deer
tractor in a pair of blue overalls
everybody that gets a load of you just
has to have their picture taken with you
Now you’re a movie star with agents on
speed dial chilling out by the pool in a
pair of shades that makes you look so
Hollywood Kool and everybody there
wants your autograph and their picture
taken with you…
Ahhh FUNKY MONKEY getting down
on the dance floor, dressed to the 9’s
drinking banana cocktails some blonde
said give me some sugar and a little
tongue but another said bitch I’ll kick
your ass you need to your ass to the
back of the line, this kiss is mine…
Mmmm FUNKY MONKEY driving
a Porsche and a supermodel home
you go FUNKY MONKEY let me know
if you need any help well oh ok then
go on with your bad self…
lucky FUNKY MONKEY, lucky,

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Bo Lanier is from Chattanooga, Tennessee and has become an established poet with five books to his credit that were published in Canada. He received several achievement awards in creative writing through and has recently published two eBooks and one paperback book through After a nine year hiatus, Bo returned to publishing his poems with a new outlook and fresh ideas. His other talents include singing and songwriting.
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