Monkees on their back

Peter had a banana

so he kept Monkeying around

with the peel,

and everybody knew he had charisma,

but he wanted more pure sex appeal.

no body missed the daily news

as he muttered underneath his breath

about the day he was surprised

to read about his untimely death.

brother Davy once had a farm

near the Clarksville station,

and he'd time the train's arrival

down to the last minute without hesitation:

there were parallel tracks

and all the animals came to watch

with more Monkees on their backs.

and i'm a believer,

remembering all the television skits,

listening to famous classics

someone once described as hits;

but then i saw her face

and knew love was more than a stepping stone,

on my way to see Valleri so i wouldn't be alone.