oh, fruit of the Musa acuminata, <br />I confess I hardly knew ye <br />plucked in the green of your life <br />and possessed of sweet triploidy <br /> <br />my patient ways to wait <br />as you ripened in my desk drawer <br />but t'was such an awful fate <br />when I remembered you no more <br /> <br />Enclosed in the dark, your once green skin <br />turned a lighter, luscious yellow <br />alas! if only I had been <br />a brighter, better fellow <br /> <br />I wasn't there, anymore, to see <br />you get your first faint freckle <br />from good to bad metaphorically <br />as you turned to Hyde from Jekyll <br /> <br />I returned from my week-long vacation <br />and my co-workers gave a glare <br />'Spontaneous Generation' <br />seemed to come from my desk here <br /> <br />but time flies and fruit flies, too <br />and my prize shall go untasted <br />tis a mushy goodbye to rotten you <br />your appeal so sadly wasted. <br /> <br />[With thanks to J. Zaritsky & E.LeClerc Sorry this one sat around so long (no pun intended) ]<br /><br />Chuck Audette<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/ode-to-a-rotten-banana-a-poem-destined-for-the-mulch-pile/
