your cool, There's always money in the banana stand.
William McDaniels
Sep 16, 2014

Keep your cool, There's always money in the banana stand.

#funny   #thought   #culture   #tv   #banana   #brownies  
M Eastman
M Eastman
Nov 7, 2014

I'm drowning in a sea
of Korean

#poem   #death   #drowning   #sea   #spam   #korea   #banana  
Take a banana
JoBe Arenas
JoBe Arenas
May 8, 2014      May 9, 2014

Take a banana
Peel it
Dice it
Put it aside

If you thought this
Was a recipe
It is
For a disaster

Take a banana
Peel it
Dice it
Put it inside

A little clever poem on bananas
#cliche   #recipe   #implied   #clever   #banana   #witty   #implicit   #risque  
A<<mused>> Banana
Melanie Bikowski
Melanie Bikowski
Nov 19, 2014

A<<mused>> Banana
Haiku #162

I'm out of one's tree!
Aging fruit in a cocoon
desired by monkeys.

November 13, 2014
Apr 7, 2014

the rotten bananas remain on the hook,
browning and sagging,
dispensing a putrid odor into the room
of spoiled sweetness.

the small patches of burnt yellow
become overtaken with dark brown,
like a disease, spreading faster and faster

the tough, impenatrable skin slowly
decays into a soft, mushy clump
that although, is penetrable, is undesirable.

a poem about bananas because we just got new bananas
The banana is an inside joke
Micah Fagre
Micah Fagre
Sep 11, 2014      Sep 13, 2014

The banana is an inside joke
from God
It is His calling card
And you can call home
if you would hold it to your ear
and speak directly to Him
Just kidding
Bananas are for the belly

He would have used perforated edges
but naysayers would be in an uproar
"How could your God think us so stupid!"
For they always imagine
that God reflects their own stupidity
And the atheist too
would have a fit
and a slew
of jokes about how the real evidence of God
has banana split

But just like little children know
mother puts the best food in the lunchbox
Humble believers can tell you
good loving means good grubbing
on the inside of the banana peel
And that's real

#god   #faith   #banana  
Should there be a banana
ron stickson
May 2, 2014

In a broken down hut
In the middle of the wood
Nor pizza hut nor Squirrel's nut
Can calmly describe that, that could

And somewhere within thy
Lies a seemingly twisted fate
Where two old hags bye and bye
Will simultaneously copulate

It would arise my suspicion
Should there be a banana
and henceforth there be a petition
To Outlaw that Repulsive banana

For one to see into the future
Monkeys would be granted intelligence
Causing bananas to nurture
and my brain to be punctured by a fence

If you still can't see
That bananas are a fruit
Then I guess you will have to pee
While gassing toot toot

Written when I was naked getting ready to take a shower.
#funny   #people   #old   #wood   #banana   #copulate  
Noah A Baker
Noah A Baker
Jul 16, 2014

I remember,
My usual nonchalant demeanor going completely bananas in my cubicle of a room
After enlisting to deliver you ice cream.
No, not just any ice cream,
Strawberry with bananas and gummy bears.
I thought it as an awkward combination
But when I got in the car,
The sparrows were flying in two adjacent v-shaped formations.
Slightly puzzled, I pondered if maybe one day I'll meet a sparrow, or anything with enough courage to brave the skies,
Soaring, knowing in time, their wings will tire, and locating a perch is then of importance.
Because life's goal, humans and creatures alike,
Is to find a whisper of a nightingale's song,
Or, possibly, the eccentric taste of a spoonful of their favorite ice cream.

Thanks for reading. Hm.
#life   #song   #strawberry   #bananas   #bears   #gummy  
sleep is the banana plantation
K Balachandran

Anger, is the steaming red on her face
refusal creates in an instance;
jealousy is foaming green
profusion of colors in motion
takes this dance for them to upward
and downward turns,
or a sudden dissolution---
an intense orgasm in unison.
Even in darkness he  can see the
spasmodic ebbing waves
sleep is the banana plantation
where night wears translucent green
"nobody would see us here"
she whispers in his ears,
as if they are thieving sex,eyeing
the yellow banana she likes, to play with

Purple is the psychedelic color
smeared on horizon when
dreams repeatedly fly down
like night bats and happen
the way mind designs
we don't want to leave the scene
of the dream even when we know well
that the show for us is now over
we just want to hang around
like the dog,  in the place
it  got a juicy bone.

Yellow is the banana song
that's heard as wave after wave,
by the blind bat squadron
that roams with raw aggression,
for raids above the plantations
Unripe bananas show green fingers
to say "NO! we aren't ripe"
like coy underage virgins.

Then, they ripen, go yellow
some even bright red, inviting
who is blue here is the sky
and those bats who got
the bananas still raw green

Night decents on the banana land
as the white umbrella of sun
is snatched by the dark maiden.
Black is the bat's wing extending
and folding like lust, umbrella and the like.

He finds her shivering fingers like a serpent,
on the banana trunk slithering down,
as he dreams bats, banana, blue sky
and she slithering over him.

Sensuality connects, colors, assorted things  and places that become symbols for experiences , sex, lust ...
I deserve a banana, and that what really matters to me.
Peter Balkus

I've been good monkey today,
I didn't disobey in any way and it made my guard pleased.
I deserve a banana, and that what really matters to me.

I've had some stupid thoughts about stupid things,
but I managed to rid them off of my head.
I'm really proud of myself.
I deserve my banana. Yes!

So where's my banana, where?

#poem   #good   #monkey   #banana  
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