Feeding the Monkey

   "Feeding the Monkey"
  
   There was no Atomic Consciousness for Leeza; indeed, to her belonged the archetype of a banana-eating mind, dulled and confused by what she could not fortunately fathom in the fresh fruits of the Divine.  No one is to blame, and Leeza had her own radio show in a local region of Oklahoma.  

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   She broadcast her bravado with a dragon's fiery selfishness of laid gold; moreover, she hated Hobbits and the rotation of Earth by the mere monkey man.  The non-evolved in a sense of style, for Leeza was a fashion critic, adoring the Beaver's blonde mother clothed in pumps and pearls.
   She had a daughter named Bonnie.  A kind and magnanimous soul, heavenbent on raising the dead and feeding the monkeys; plus, rabbits, and even mice, never trapping them, but adoring all animals, and drinking plenty of grape-flavored soda-pop.  
   The dualistic dichotomy of the two was counterpoise perfected.  And a mother's love, not jealousy of her daughter, well, that would allow for even a better union, outshining balance.
   Fortunately, the twosome engaged and embraced after their differing opinions saw the identity of equals.  For no soul is without the stovepipe hat of Lincoln; specifically, the cerebral and spiritual aspects underneath.  Did they love each other and ignite into a strange yet paradisal eternity?
   Of course; otherwise--it would not be worth mentioning.  God not spank, but save the Queen.