Listening to you
oh what a to-do
it looks like
you've come unglued
or going bananas
your psyche's addled the mind muddled
brain's fogged boggled or befuddled
is something missing
a marble or two
perhaps a loose screw
maybe more than a few
and making a run
or bolt for it
will never do
it's not too late
to join the inmates
for as well you know
you will still be there
wherever you go
In Ecuador the delicious ripe bananas are not one color
There are yellow, green and red ones according to brother.
Which ones are the tastiest? Asked my nosy stepmother.
Whichever one you are eating this minute, answered my brother.
Art’s going bananas well nigh--
Apple still of many an eye
And an object of art
Winning no mean a heart,
Why a banana taped for millions vie--
A fruit best in ape’s hand,
In lewd limerick’s land,
Is out today all logic to defy.
Food has long been an art,
Art as food my sense thwart,
Why I hear Ecuador’s desperate sigh.
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Happenings |18.11.2024|humour, art
Poet’s note: Banana has the art world in a tizzy. Maurizio Catalan’s work, Comedian (a single banana taped to wall) has sold for over six million dollars at Sotheby’s auction. The same thing, when put up at Art Basel Miami Beach in 2019, had left people in shock. But don’t we live in a topsy-turvy world? Ecuador is the biggest exporter of bananas in the world.
Monkey around, you’re called a clown
Live with primates, you’re an anthropologist
If you’re goofy and serious at the same time ~
you’ve gone ‘bananas,’ Mr. Psychologist
What a lovely bunch! Or is that bananas?
I think the term is cluster. But isn’t that chickens?
No, that’s a peep, as in, don’t make one.
If I don’t make a peep, will I become a Silent One?
If I Speak(s) Volumes will I cluck like a cluster of chickens?
If I do, will I be thought crazy as a hand of bananas?
If I am an Unseeking Seeker, will I lose my chickens?
Or is that marbles? I have to choose just one.
Peep of chickens, cluster of coconuts, or hand of bananas?
Forget the chickens and bananas, make a poem with the other one.
Sometimes you cruise through life
with blinders on
Completely unawares of those damned
slippery bananas
At every turn and corner they lurk
like a lion on the savanna
and you, in this scenario; a gazelle
Hopping and skipping along
Sipping your Starbucks,
playing among us on your phone
And that not so benevolent banana
Sees right through you
It whimsically pierces your deepest depths
Every secret in your heart
It knows..
IT KNOWS.
And just when you least expect it
You'll find yourself staring up at the sky
Wondering what could have possibly
upturned your life so
The truth is
That banana had your ticket punched
Since at least that time you did
that one thing you never speak about
You're kind of lucky it took this long
Honestly.
So remember, all your deeds; good and bad
Are carefully scrutinized by
your local supermarket banana section
They have means, and departments
for this kind of thing
So mind your manners, and try to avoid
Encounters with those oh so benevolent creatures
that we so nonchalantly like to call
The banana.
Bananas
Here come the sailors of the Seventh Fleet
With their bananas ripe, ready to eat
The ladies, they like them firm
Musty one’s make them squirm
Why can’t liberty always be so sweet!
Limes
They’re green and round not yellow and curvy
Bruised or mushed never—topsy turvy!
Peeled back skin often slimy
Best citrus fresh and limey
Sailor lime-juicer’s sucked to cure scurvy
Oh, why don't cats like bananas,
Life would be so much simpler if we could get our cat to eat bananas.
She would not eat them on toast,
She would not touch them hidden in a roast.
We even stuffed some in a rat,
But she was having none of that.
Oh why don't cats eat bananas,
When there are so many bananas,
At ridiculously low prices that undercut,
The cheapest meat cut.
Any ideas would be appreciated,
As on bananas we are fixated,
We have them on toast,
Though we don't like to boast,
We eat them raw,
And in the raw,
Now we are having trouble fitting through the door,
And avoiding banana skins on the the floor.
Foil wrapped delights at day’s end
Chocolate inside
Prefer gooey Marshmallows?
Relief after meat
Grilled fruit tasty snack
Late Surprise
Treat!
19 June 2022
Whats Cooking on the Grill this Summer Contest Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: M. L. Kiser
~ Perfect Taste... Imperfect Rhyme ~
A girl who likes bananas – Angela
She smears them on slices of Gonella *
She eats them so much
She’s really lost touch
Friends renamed her ‘Bananangela’
*Gonella is a bread-baking manufacturer
in Schaumburg, IL. It's been around for
quite a while.
Joyful are the bunches of bananas,
exposed that are on shelves
of modern markets,
or street stalls,
waiting for the greedy mouths
of the beauties, or of the
famous tennis player...
Happier than those
yellowish bananas
that rot in the
roadsides,
with no one to support them
the due value...
I grapple with an apple.
As they are hard to bite
A pear I can manage
If the pear is ripe
I reach for a peach
The juice makes me dribble
I don't eat ugli fruit
This statement's trivial
Bananas are soft
As soft as can be
It looks like the banana
Is the fruit for me
Put the jelly or the jam
On the peanut butter san
With bananas or fluff
I can’t get enough
Just put it in my hand
That peanut butter san
Some ripe berries sliced
Are oh so nice
Put the jelly or the jam
On the peanut butter san
With bananas or fluff
I can’t get enough
Apricot or grape
Those jellies are great
Where’s my spreader
Don’t need more contenders
Put the jelly or the jam
On the peanut butter san
With bananas or fluff
I can’t get enough
How about a touch
Of peanut butter crunch
That’s what I want
Today for lunch
Put the jelly or the jam
On the peanut butter san
With bananas or fluff
I can’t get enough
Peanut butter, I love you!*
I will always love you
I told you that before though, right?
You are soooo nice...
*spoken from here to end
March 6, 2021
I don't know about the rest of the world,
But New Zealand will be sitting pretty this Christmas.
Santa may have trouble delivering the presents for the children,
We are not out of the woods with Covid, but fingers crossed.
Some family members will be stuck overseas,
And the number of homeless is on the rise.
But with enough Mangoes and Bananas for all,
We will be sitting pretty this Christmas.
We are so glad the government got their priorities right,
And let Mangoes and Banana's through without going into isolation.
We hope the rest of the world takes note,
so, everyone no matter where they live can have Mangoes and Banana's
too, this Christmas.
For Breakfast Christmas morning we will be serving banana pancakes,
With blueberries and strawberries etc.
Christmas dinner will be followed by Mango ice cream and bananas with
chocolate sauce.
And maybe a Mango Drink with or without Alcohol.
Of course, if we get tired of Mangoes and Bananas,
We are never short of Kiwi fruit or cream and chocolate.
William Banana, the best of all the bunch
went into a restaurant to have a spot of lunch
he tucked into his consomme, fricasse and chips
along came the waiter and Billy licked his lips
"that was a lovely meal" he said "and now I'll have some tea,
oh have you got a toilet, I'm bursting for a pee"
the waiter said "I'm sorry son, there's only one for staff,
I'm afraid you'll have to go outside and piddle on the path.
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