Oh mighty banana
Whose shape has been ridiculed
And whose yellow is no one’s favourite colour
You’ve been labelled so many things, including a fruit
Which is so unfair, because you can be nothing but what you are

I hold you in my hand
And I feel your cold skin, a reflection of your loneliness
And I think how hard your armour seems to be
But as I peel your outer shell back, hearing the ripping of your banana soul
I know a softness, so sweet, awaits

Your innards are mushy
Your texture is rough
Your taste leaves my mouth dry
If I had a sense of smell I’m sure you’d be just as plain
No wonder no one loves you

I toss your empty, lifeless peel away
Enraged by the lack of satisfaction
As you land I pray I forget what I just experienced
But alas, mere moments later
I burp, and am haunted by your stale taste