mercoledì 22 agosto 2007
Banana remembers his friends.
To all of them, love he sends.
How long since we were all green?
And dreamed of the yellowing gas, xylene.
"Oh, when we get yellow, life will be sweet.
Free from the field, free from the heat.
In a Vegas fruit buffet, we will ALL meet!"
Ha! We believed Chiquita's lies.
With why's in our I's,
But no wise in our eyes.
"We know the lies!" buzzed the flies.
"We find you in Brasilian cow pies.
In discarded, rotten banana cream pies.
In tropical shakes next to McDonald's gold fries."
There is no fruit salad meet up with all your plantation friends.
No chilled glass bowl far from hungry gambling mens.
There is no everlasting fruit salad buffet.
That's what the flying flies were buzzing to say.
Keep reclining, or choose to sit up,
Either way, from the inside, do green up.
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I'm totally loving these poems, as well as the great pictures. I want to compile them into a bedtime story book for my kids.
ah, the red control deck, watch out Barry
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