Mangoing Poem by Ima Ryma

Two drunks do spot a mango tree,
And lust some of the fruit to eat,
Start tossing stones haphazardly.
One drunk to the other does bleat,
'Those mangoes may not be ripe, so'
'I'm climbing the tree for a squeeze.'
And up the tree that drunk does go,
Comes back down and says in a wheeze,
'Real ripe those mangoes are ol' friend.'
Both drunks do take a swig of rye
To boost their quest to apprehend
Ripe mangoes in determined try.

The drunks continue their pursuit,
Tossing stones at the mango fruit.