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.