In Puerto Vallarta's archipelago, where the azure waters play,
Monkeys dance upon the sands, as palms and hammocks sway.
In this bustling marketplace, with fruits and deals galore,
Monkeys barter and bargain, their voices an uproar.

From temprate southern islets, fragrant orchids bloom,
Monkeys meet to barter, 'neath sunlights' gentle plume.
Through humid air, a shimmering mirage,
Of ripe bananas, and tropical massage.

'Midst the twilight's shadows, with mischief in their eyes,
Monkeys swap sweet coconuts, 'neath the starlit skies.
By limitless black shores, a storried secret hides,
Tales of treasure whispered, hidden in the tides.

Through the forest's whispers, they forecast fate's design,
Monkeys' wisdom glimpse tomorrow, in every signal's sign.
With no monkey above, no monkey below,
In this shared prosperity, wealth can only grow.

For in this lush sanctuary, lives a world of laugh and trade,
A market full of treasures, where monkey dreams are made.
So let us marvel at these monkeys, traders of the isle,
As they swing from tree to keyboard, with a knowing smile.
For in the market's jungle, a lesson we discern,
That even in the wild, there's always more to learn.

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