He-Bananas
My appetite grew with every thought
of enjoying stew of beautiful bananas
in a restaurant in a foreign land
after long period of longing to feel at home
Time favored me and I landed on it
But it was a glue- meal in beautiful clay plates
The fork developed a strong bond
It could not leave the plate for my mouth
I forced the thing into my mouth naturally
bitter it was on first taste but I went on
the tongue with all its agility
could not perform its duty with efficiency
I fell asleep after struggle and frustration
The waiter came in and woke me up
she whispered in my ears amused
Learn to be careful, you have eaten He-bananas
Used only for the mentally sick.
Copyright © Solomon Ochwo-Oburu | Year Posted 2016
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