I do not like bananas.
I do not like them green or gold.
I do not like them hot or cold.
I do not like them with pretty brown spots.
I do not like them cut into pots.
I do not like them sliced thick or thin,
not even when placed in a bright shiny tin.
Eat a banana that looks like gourmet abstract art?
No, my dear Sam.
I’d rather eat my wheat bread with ham.
