(A parade of words and phrases eligible for retirement.)
Peels of Joy
Well, my second banana was worse than the first.
And in fact I must say it was worse than the worst.
It was soft; it was bruised. And it had a bad smell.
Oh, the second banana did not go too well.
But I then tried a third one—bananas are cheap.
And this last one was splendid … (this poem ain’t deep).
There’s just too much banana—each part and the whole.
I should write about fruit with a great deal more soul.