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The Banana Needed Eating
The banana needed eating
It was going slightly brown
It had been there since the week before
In the pocket of my dressing gown.
The smell was, well, bananaree
I had wondered for some time
Whether it was something near me
Or a bodily function of mine
I delved into the pocket
A delicate and dextrous push
And what did I encounter?
A squidgy lump of mush.
The Nausea then hit me,
I suddenly felt ill,
I didn't even have the time,
To take a sickness pill.
I grabbed the nearest vessel
A sturdy pot plant's pot
The sturdy plant went on the floor
Plant, soil, the lot
I'd had beans on toast for breakfast
And orange juice as well
I felt it rising up my throat
And out of my mouth it fell
The pot was ready waiting
And it began to fill,
The day was saved, or so I thought
But all was not so well
For what I had forgotten
Was that often this type of pot
Has a little hole in the middle
To let out all the slop
Can you think how I found this out my friend?
Can you guess where the soggy mess fell
I was wearing my brand new slippers
They had not even started to smell
I gave up trying to save the day
I didn't want a drama
I didn't even yell for Mum
After all, it was only a banana.
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By Pete Haseler -
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