Tarzan
A specimen we see.
A man, looks primitive.
Command of English and of Elephant limited.
Commutes from tree to tree.
A swinging thing, by vines he rides.
Owns no bow ties,
not like us nineteen thirties guys.
The rhythmic beat.
The jungle heat and green.
I know my clean cut English accent natives would defeat.
If only Tarzan I could meet.
Perhaps with grace I could be free
to live as he
and eat more fruit than I can find
in my concreted street.
Me would reign.
Me lose brain.
Me would shout.
Me talk like um indian scout.
Okay Tarzan, how'd you do it?
Raised by monkeys and lived through it?
Take some knocks
and swim with crocs
and fight them like there's nothing to it?
Found the only mate in this place.
She has good legs and a good face.
Jane (not Cheetah).
Love to meet her.
Love to help her start a new race.
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