Finish the story begins with: “She lived in a mango tree.”
She lived in a mango
tree; evenings she would tango
free of a partner
Her dance needing only the song
remembered
Strains of passion that invade
her soul
Evenings she would tango in her mango tree
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Who needs a partner when you can be happy with yourself.
With two left feet, there is no fear of injuring a partner’s toes!
One day a wind blew up, and a storm rose from the sea
as storm as wild as it could be.
the clouds boiled with passion
while the wind was lashin’
and that poor mango tree was dancin’
a tango all its own. While she hung on for dear life.
Love this! The house stood firm through it all!
Nice poem!
Thanks. Glad you liked it.
Cute!
Thanks, Heather.
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