WHAT SHALL WE CALL THIS?

She swings by on an olive branch
Interrupting his banana lunch;
Batting her lashes, stroking her tail
Flirting with this rhesus male;

He falls for her coquetish looks;
In a couple of days, she's got him hooked
In the courtyard, they play and prance;
And engage in a monkey dance;

From her hair, he picks out bugs
Showers on her frequent hugs;
But this blissful time didnt last
Her actions left him quite aghast;

He sends her peanuts, a special treat;
She's on a diet; "sorry cannot eat";
"Were you waiting?" "Forgot to call";
Or, "got busy"; "was at the waterfall";

Excuses abound, in the days that follow
Caused him heartache, angst and sorrow;
Confused by this sudden change
He grapples with her actions strange;

The more she played hard to get,
The more it made him yearn & fret;
Till on good advice oneday,
A different tac he tries to play;

Stops the efforts to get a reaction;
Ceases to give her any attention;
Busy with other monkey friends
Away from her, his time, he spends;

Predictably she swings on by
Imploring, with monkey eyes;
She doesn't find anything amiss
Prior endearing behaviour persists;

He didnt budge, nor play the game,
His love for her, he didnt proclaim;
The more attention she did bestow
The easier it was, to let her go

In the absence of, a better name,
Lets call this act the Monkey Game.