Monkeys and Football

In the realm of the absurd and the comical,
There lives a monkey named Ella,
Swinging from the cheddar cheese trees of Wisconsin,
With a grin wider than the Mississippi,
And a tail that tells tales of mischief.

Oh, Ella, the monkey, not your ordinary primate,
She’s a cheesehead, you see, in the land of the Packers,
But alas, her loyalty lies not with the green and gold,
For Ella, the monkey, has a secret to unfold.

She’s a fan of the Badgers, the Wisconsin football team,
A squad known for their less than stellar dream.
Their passes often miss, their touchdowns rare,
Yet Ella, the monkey, simply doesn’t care.

She hoots and hollers from her cheese tree perch,
Every fumble, every stumble, she greets with a lurch.
Her laughter echoes through the Wisconsin night,
A monkey’s mirth at a football team’s plight.

Oh, the irony, the humor, the sheer delight,
A monkey finding joy in a team’s less than stellar flight.
But Ella, the monkey, sees what we cannot,
In every failed pass, a lesson is taught.

For in the end, it’s not about the score,
It’s about the laughter, the joy, and so much more.
So here’s to Ella, the monkey, and her football team,
In the land of cheese and dreams, where nothing’s as it seems.