Lonely My Banana Poem by James McLain

James McLain

James McLain

From Tampa Florida And Still Living Near By

Lonely My Banana



Yellow full and ripe or green with envy.
I've never seen one looking, blue with soul.
Roses shed their petals, white are pearls.
Singing words like this and sweet is prose.
Long and bent, when yellow, squeezed and pulled.
My banana is my song, the night grows short.

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James McLain

James McLain

From Tampa Florida And Still Living Near By
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