In a jungle far and wide, lived a monkey full of pride. Brie was his name, a doofus game, with mayo skin he sure wasn't tame.

Brie had a charm, none could harm, his mayo skin like a lucky charm. Soft and light, in the moonlight, he was a peculiar sight.

Now, this mayo monkey Brie, lived up high in a coconut tree. Jumping, prancing with glee, a happier monkey you never did see.

He had a grin, a cheeky sin, oh the mischief he'd been in! Always playing, never straying, into the jungle, he was always saying.

Brie was a doofus, no doubt, his antics caused quite a bout. With a swing and a shout, he would always cause a rout.

His skin of mayonnaise, a creamy haze, though strange, it never did faze. Soft to touch, maybe too much, but it was loved by such and such.

Brie was known, his reputation grown, in the jungle, his antics sown. Always kind, never behind, in mayhem, he'd always find.

With his mayo skin and silly grin, he'd spin and spin, no monkey could pin. Into the wind, with a chagrin, off to find his next kin.

To the river, he'd flutter and quiver, his laughter would make all shiver. Brie was bliss, hard to dismiss, his life was an abyss.

He loved to eat, a delightful treat, bananas sweet, a perfect meet. With a beat, he'd retreat, back to his home seat.

Days rolled by, in the blink of an eye, under the blue sky, Brie was high. In his own way, he'd sway, to the jungle's lay.

Brie was a friend, till the end, his love he'd always send. With a bend, he'd lend, a hand to fend, a true godsend.

Though a doofus, he caused no fuss, to complain about him was thus. He was just, without a lust, in his truth, we trust.

Brie's skin was cool, a perfect tool, in the sun, he was no fool. With a spool, he'd rule, the summer pool.

His mayonnaise skin, a win-win, it was no sin. With a pin, he'd begin, to make his next kin.

With a twirl and a whirl, he'd unfurl, his mayo curl. In a swirl, he'd hurl, his joy pearl.

Brie the doofus, full of surplus, life was no circus. His purpose, was to encompass, the love of us.

His mayo skin, a win, a state he'd always been in. With a tin, a thin, line of grin, he'd pin the next kin.

His antics made him loved, by the tree and the dove. Brie was like a glove, fit and snug, a push and a shove.

Thus, Brie, lived with glee, in the coconut tree. With decree, he'd flee, into the vast sea, free as a bee.

His mayo world, unfurled, in laughter, it twirled. Against the world, he hurled, his love curled.

Brie, the doofus monkey, his skin like milk and honey, lived his days so sunny. His ways, oh so funny, a comic running on bunny.

Always making us laugh, his life a photograph, a perfect epitaph. His craft, was to staff, the world with chaff.

Mayonnaise skin, a win, a world he was in. With a spin, he'd begin, to make us all grin.

Brie, the monkey so free, a sight to see, in the coconut tree. His glee, a decree, to live with hearty plea.

With love and laughter, Brie was after, life's every rafter. His chatter, a flatter, a perfect matter.

His skin of mayo, was the way to go, it was his glow. With a bow, he'd show, his love flow.

Brie, the monkey, with skin so funky, was never clunky. His spunky, was no hunky, just a kind of monkey.

To the jungle, he was a fable, stable, and able. His cable, was to enable, love's cradle.

His mayo skin, no sin, was his win. With a din, he'd spin, and pin his next kin.

Brie lived with zest, he was the best, among the rest. His quest, was to jest, and never rest.

In the end, my friend, it's not a trend, it's Brie we recommend. His blend, is to mend, the love we send.

Brie, the monkey, no funky, just spunky. His hunky, was no clunky, just pure kind of monkey.

His skin of mayo, was the way to go, in the sun, it's glow. With a bow, he'd show, his love flow.

So here's to Brie, the monkey so free, with skin like a sea, lived with glee. His plea, to live with hearty decree.