Banana Nirvana Poem by Denis Martindale

The small banana grew and grew
And curved as if it should,
In time to be given to you
Because you thought them good.
You peeled the outer casing back
And chomped the chunks with glee,
As if there were no style, no knack,
No need for artistry...

Just chomp, chomp, chomp! Without restraint,
With no words to be said,
As if there were not one complaint
To make you pause instead...
Within a minute, all had gone...
The rest then thrown away...
Like chompanzees you carried on,
Back to your games to play...

Then I chomped my banana, too,
With gusto like you did,
To ape the silly things you do,
Because you're just a kid...
I must admit, I had some fun,
Remembering my youth,
Yet I'm your Dad and you're my son...
Bananas are the proof...


Denis Martindale, copyright, March 2012.