Naa-Na? (2005) Poem by David Joel Rodriguez

Yellow skin covered fruit,
Hearing you say it sounds very cute.
You spot the na-na on the kitchen table,
Trouble saying it, but still not able.
Throwing the fruit bar on the floor because you're picky,
You make a face, though we know, you're rather sneaky.
Sticking your hand out high like you really need it,
Repeating the word Naa-na! so we grab one and peel it.
We give you half and still you want the rest,
We really don't have a choice or else you'll protest.