Hanging around on the stand
A stock of bananas slowly ripens
Green turns to yellow
As the appeal surely heightens
Grown together from the tree
Like brothers of fruit
Until pulled apart
And lose their yellow suit
It stands to reason
They will all go their separate ways
Consumed by the hungry
Their yellow suit thrown away
And who shall be the last
The last one to go
Upon leaving with long last looks
Their brotherly love that shows
One by one
All his friends disappear
Unable to hang by himself
On the countertop with a lonely tear
He decides he’ll go out with a bang
Donning his bandit bandana
Going down in history as
The Last Banana
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Author:
Sharon\'s Poet (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: As I reached for the last banana, I was struck with its last final words. 🍌
- Category: Humor
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