There are at least ten types of fruit trees growing here and there in our city,
but as far as I've been able to tell, there are no banana trees. What a pity!
But to look in our home this week, you'd think we had a tree in our own yard.
We've got long and short bananas; ....some are quite firm, while some are much less hard.
Why, you ask, is there a plethora of this tropic fruit in our house right now.
I have a simple explanation and I shall explain it to you now.
I guess I bought the first bunch in our town's downtown grocery store.
Then, there a few days later, they had some 99 cents-a-bag ones, so I bought some more.
Then my wife, at another store, picked up a big bunch which is a little green.
Luckily I can easily eat two or three a day, as I'm a banana-eater, mean.
(Nov.2012)
[note: 'mean' is used here as a slang adjective, meaning 'excellent; skillful]
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Nice poem which defies the ways of poetry or you may call it stepping out of the box