They flew me to a jungle
And kicked me out the door
And I did not stop falling
Until I hit the floor.
I looked around expecting
Devils holding guns
Instead some señorita
Asked to have some fun.
I stood up off the floor
And checked my pants for cash
Finding none I told her, “no”
And thought to make a dash.
But gunmen never came
And she offered me a job that night
And so I live around the world
With very little thought or sight.
After several weeks of peace
I asked her to dance
And we had all the fun we could
In the jungle with our chance.
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You are a gentleman and a scholar!
That this is your response to this particular poem… makes me smile. Cheers.
Wow, very intriguing!
I’ll take that. Thanks.
this got me thinking! very nice poem! 🙂
I always encourage people to think. Cheers.
Reminds of a certain Jay & the Americans tune. (Sorry, I can’t remember what it’s called. I’m counting on you to know it).
I assume you mean “Come a Little Bit Closer.”
Yeah, that’s the one. I hope the association doesn’t ring as insult–simply an observation.
It actually made me laugh quite a bit. The poem as narrative comes off as some sort of poor plot to an action film. And as I imagined this… the idea of Chuck Norris sweeping up the floor in a bar in South or Central America while this song played almost brought me to tears.
Granted, none of this was really on my mind when I wrote this… but it is hilarious.