Jungle Breath
Jungle Breath
she just woke up with jungle breath
lianas swaying left and right
screeching yellow monkeys
had been swinging through her night
the tigers eye and serpents glare
snuck past teeth and tongue
leaving there a fragrance
that quite resembled dung
crocs lay in waiting
in lakes of rippled spittle
and down along the waterfall
the lips dripped just a little
with naked neck and taloned claw
there hovered one lone vulture
then swooping down it landed
to partake of dental culture
hyenas laughed and nipped
a substance oh so fetid
when a finger entered
an intrusion they regretted
they ran and yipped and howled
down the tunnel throat
and serpent, tiger, taloned claw
set sail the peptic boat
when up she sat and stretched
tongue circling her mouth
then silently discovered
the jungle heading south
then lifting up one buttock
she allowed it to depart
and instead of burping
she let fly one loud fart
she’d woken up with jungle breath
that had crept in through the night
but now she’s bathed and dressed
and everything’s all right!
Shifa Maqba
Tue 28th Jul 2020 16:52
the imagery in your poem is simply majestic!