“an emotional ape”

Written for:  The Twiglets #207 - "an emotional ape"

That big gorilla husband of mine
cried like an emotional ape.

the ape peeled his banana
from the bottom up.

cries in his cage
emotionally distraught
over loss of mate

              There once was a boastful he-man
           who would wrestle any man in the sand.
                A woman came along
           all buff looking and strong.
  She challenged he-man who scoffed 'til he met her right hand.


About purplepeninportland

I am a freelance poet, born and bred in Brooklyn, New York. I live with my husband, John, and two charming rescue dogs–Marion Miller and Murphy. We spent eight lovely years in Portland, OR, but are now back in New York. My goal is to create and share poetry with others who write, or simply enjoy reading poetry. I hope to touch a nerve in you, and feel your sparks as well.
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6 Responses to “an emotional ape”

  1. Misky says:

    Yes, indeed! They know how to peel a banana, and the stem is a nice little handle! LOL!


  2. Jules says:

    I was watching a show once that showed what the flower looked like of the banana tree…
    We are eating the seeds of that plant! Enjoyed your takes. You always bring cheer with your limericks. 🙂


  3. Everyone meets their match… eventually. This is often a good thing. Or not.


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