Ode To Mr. Mango That I Love

I love you, Mr. Mango, I do.
I love you, your sweet tropical joy electricity on my tongue.
I love you, Mr. Mango, I most sincerely do.

I love you because you are nice to me
and you are friendly to me
and you never speak a bad word about me,
I love you sooooooooooo very very much Mr. Mango, my dear dear dearest bestest friend.

O Mr. Mango, you are my joy!
O Mr. Mango, my love for you grows with your ripening on the old plastic cart next to the fridge that barely works hooked up to the Staples power bar with the coffee stains on it.
yes, I love you Mr. Mango.

I love you Mr. Mango because you are kind and nice and caring and friendly and humble and gentle and considerate and orange inside and sweet and giving and caring and friendly and juicy inside and I will even forgive you for having that big weird pit inside that makes you look like you have more meat inside than you do, but I forgive you Mr. Mango, because I know that deception is not part of your nature and you would never deceive me Mr. Mango

because you love me.

And I love you Mr. Mango
I do.