Banana Waits To Die

BANANA WAITS TO DIE

I’m one banana lying prone

I got forgot. I’m all alone

How did this happen? Why just me?

I started life with twenty three

All alone I lie and wait

What will be my final fate?

Why do I ask, I really know

I saw it happen to Old Joe

The top banana in my bunch

Selected for a sailor’s lunch

On the ship from Panama

“OH MY GOD,” screamed Grandmamma

“The sailor just set Joey down!”

The thought of it just makes me frown

Sitting in the hot sun light

A few days passed he died of blight

Once brightly yellow then to black

Once stiff and hardy then to slack

His innards oozed, the sight was sad

It made my bunch so very mad

Now it’s me here all alone

One banana with no phone

I feel as if up in the sky

There is one really creepy eye

Looking down upon me here

This is what I really fear

I know it gets some freaky joy

It watches me as if a toy

I also feel the eye is pissed

Because it’s me that someone missed

Someone laid me here to take

“Who the fuck made this mistake?”

I know that’s what the eye would say

Someone surely has to pay

Who will clean my gooey mess?

That’s the sky eye’s greatest stress

Hey sky eye, I know you are there

Count your blessing I’m not a pear

All other fruits are such a bore

Your Facebook friends would surely snore

Share a picture everyday

Two or Three, see what they say

Over time I to will die

Right before your creepy eye

I’m sure that you will soon return

And then beware I’ll take my turn

For all who watch bananas die

Through your creepy secret eye

In your nose you’ll smell my essence

In your heart you’ll feel my presence

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