A Banana Split Banshee

You're cool ice cream on a frozen cold day You’re sick and I am very tired of you You're fool minded which drove me far away You’re thick because your brain cells are too few I love you like arrows piercing my heart I hate your smell, your looks and those big lies I trust you like weekend car boot sale art I fear your feed habits of pie with fries We’re a fire on a summer’s hot night We’re warm water in a mug of coffee We’re a dark room with a small beam of light We’re a; screaming, angry, lonely, banshee Very much like banana split that’s spilt It can’t be drunk so why not quit sans guilt.