Oh Man Poem by Pineapple.... XVI

I was watching the manatees
Swimming along the mangroves
When I noticed a praying mantis
Wishing upon a starfish

It reminded me of the mandolin
Hanging above my mantle
In my mansion

I couldn't play it very well
I could barely manage
There was a tricky maneuver
That I would always mangle

So I would eat mandarins and mangoes
Until I had a sore mandible
Which mandated the manipulation of a new manner
It seemed like I WAS MANIC! ! !

Would there be a cure?
Maybe I needed a manicure

Then I could read the manual
And the manifest
It will be my new mantra

Maybe

This is all manure