Banana

Banana short poem

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She was like a banana.
The best part of her was on the inside.
The amount of insulin I’d need trying to devour her whole.
God knows how much I love the thought of that.
The effect she’d have on me.
Each time I’d see her I’d unravel her piece by piece until all of her shown like never before.
The only problem was I was allergic to bananas.
Although her smell was intoxicating.
One taste of her and my throat would instantly swell.
Though I wouldn’t prefer anything artificial.
I wanted the real thing.
When I revealed all of this to her she just laughed.
She laughed her ass off as a matter of fact.
Rocking back and forth.
Her little brown shoes clicking together.
Her yellow skin now a bit red.
Her freckles now in full view.
When I asked why she laughed she said it’s quite alright.
Most people I’ve met speak so highly of themselves.
You’re the first person to admit you correctly know how to open a banana.

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