As we banged out Our Me-Jungle-Man You-Jungle-Woman Mating song On each other’s heart Like they were bongo drums
The Creator of the original jungle Sit atop his divine tree-house With his ears standing at attention And joyfully listened in full silence To the love-beat Of our hearts in beating sync
Then resurrected the Jungle of Eden As a wedding day gift For our drum-beaten hearts As the angels looked on and pelted us With heavenly grains Of matrimonial rice As the vines of jungle love Entwined us forever in blissful kiss
Okay, I might have gotten this wrong. Just had to think of my favourite movie, when I was a child.
Good write.
Ahumbawe-ahumbawe-ahumbawe!!
Roaring write Handsum!!
Love Tinka
Creative too! I love the rhyme.
My favorite!
Love, Bonnie
as they hear this song, A delightful
lyrical rhytmic write!
I do love the wedding day gift, what beautiful imagery throughout your poem.
warm hugs
Elga
sueb
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :D