Banana banana
Banana banana banana
I haven't worked out this poem yet
but there's a bit at the start
where I introduce the subject matter
subtly
It then progresses,
(the poem I mean, not the banana)
on a path of its own
encapsulating life, the wider world,
the non-banana world,
but all along anchored
by the humble banana
And so, as I said,
it started subtly
The poem not the banana
But bananas too also start
from humble beginnings,
they grow on plants
long cultivated by humans
The seeds they contain
are residual at best,
I've never known anyone complain
of a banana seed 'tween their teeth
Their name means 'finger'
in Arabic, or so I'm told
by Wikipedia
In other media,
QI to be precise,
I learn the banana plant can 'walk'
of its own accord
The truth of this I cannot confirm
It might be true,
it might not;
How would I know?
Others know and have known
more on the subject of bananas
than I would ever want to know
I'm sure its fascinating
For botanists and their lucky spouses,
but honestly
I'll always be biased 'cause
Unfortunately
for Chiquita, Del Monte, Dole and Fyffes
I can't stand the stuff
The white mush
which looks so good
yet smells so bad
sits securely inside
the yellow skin,
pleasing to the eye
the illusion of design
Every year or so
I'll give them a try.
One's taste buds change
and develop over time.
Aged seventeen I couldn't finish
a pint of Guinness
but now I could, and do
with relish,
now pour me another
So one day maybe,
just maybe,
I'll taste a banana and love it
Until that day,
I'll retain suspicion
maintain inhibition
disdain their incompatibility with my otherwise adventurous constitution
I feel the same way too
about poetry
I think
It seems tenacious
and perhaps that's a sign
that people prefer their lives
to contain occasional bananas
and occasional poems
Despite my proclamations
to love this or hate that
Secretly I am loathe to make judgement
Until further evidence is presented.
I could be right,
or it might all be a matter of opinion
fluid, elastic, subjective opinion.
Liable to change
at any time.
If ever bananas develop a taste
pleasing to my buds,
or conversely those taste buds
change to accommodate the banana
I'm sure I'll mention it
In a blog or something.
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