Poetry, Haiku, or Rhymes

The Blushing Banana

Have you ever seen a banana blush?

That golden delight colored pink?

A shyer fruit you’d never meet,

One moment glorious, another moment mush.


I met a banana once,

Gerald was his name.

The blushiest banana for miles around,

He could speak, and yet, still make not a sound.


If you smiled, or talked to him:

His mustache twitched,

His nose would itch.

To his face, the blood would rush,

Giving him the pinkest, blushiest blush.


What’s a poor, poor, banana,

Like Gerald to do?

Maybe grow a beard,

And move to Timbuktu.




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