The distinct smell of bananas
Tickle my nostril
In the direction of the fruit
My nose shoots out of my bedroom
And into the dimly-lit living room
Darting towards the dining table
My eyes meet the bunch
They look like they are having a good time
Chilling out on the dining table
Is something I wouldn't prefer
If given the choice where I'd like to spend my holiday
Fresh from the market
They look good enough to eat
Which is what I planned to do
To sabotage the yellow suit bunch
When they are in a queue for a milkshake
But wait something is not right
I pop out for ten minutes
Am back with a pizza and get a fright
The bunch of yellow-suit bananas are gone!
I search high and low but realise it's useless
Wesley has eaten the bunch and complaining wouldn't bring them back
Considerate... I don't think so!
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Poems When Inspired
PoetryAs the title suggests, these poems have been constructed out of inspiration or as I like to call it- writing when you're in the mood.
