oh, fruit of the Musa acuminata,
I confess I hardly knew ye
plucked in the green of your life
and possessed of sweet triploidy
my patient ways to wait
as you ripened in my desk drawer
but t'was such an awful fate
when I remembered you no more
Enclosed in the dark, your once green skin
turned a lighter, luscious yellow
alas! if only I had been
a brighter, better fellow
I wasn't there, anymore, to see
you get your first faint freckle
from good to bad metaphorically
as you turned to Hyde from Jekyll
I returned from my week-long vacation
and my co-workers gave a glare
'Spontaneous Generation'
seemed to come from my desk here
but time flies and fruit flies, too
and my prize shall go untasted
tis a mushy goodbye to rotten you
your appeal so sadly wasted.
[With thanks to J. Zaritsky & E.LeClerc Sorry this one sat around so long (no pun intended) ]
Chuck Audette
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/ode-to-a-rotten-banana-a-poem-destined-for-the-mulch-pile/
