Ode to a black banana that appeared most mysteriously one thursday night

Frozen black banana where did you come from

How did you come to dwell in our freezer

What deeds brought you to our Stygian ice box?

Did you love once to be forgotten and abandoned

We consign you and your cellophane gown to the bin

May all lost things be found
All pair reunited
Fare thee well black banana.

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3 Responses

  1. implementor says:

    My grandmother would never let us eat the bananas at her house until they turned black, and then no one wanted them. Then she’d make banana pudding out of them. I think that was her plan all along.

  2. Victoria says:

    Ah, but they are best for banana bread.

  3. Mystech says:

    Maybe UNDEAD banana bread! 😉

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