Sunday, March 1, 2009

The Last Banana

I’m a Chiquita Banana
The last one of the bunch
Hoping I’ll be eaten
Perhaps when you have lunch

When I was very green
You put me on a plate
To ripen with the others
Of the bunch you already ate

I went from green to yellow
That is, at the very same time
The others right beside me
Were eaten in their prime

Because I now have age spots
My final days are few
So put me in your cereal
I'll add flavor as you chew

I hope that you are thinking
Of something you can make
Mix me with some other fruit
Or make a banana cake

The longer that I sit here
My skin will get too brown
My insides will get mushy
I soon won’t be around

You shouldn't buy bananas
While I’m still sitting here
Worried I’ll be discarded
So now I live in fear

By, Randee Saber 5/1/06