Wednesday, October 28, 2015

Cavalcade of Cliché, 20

(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.


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