Oh strawberry! How red and ripe your lips
Soon you and banana will be joined together
in holy matrimony. You're a berry
like no other. Your seeds show on
the outside, scandalous. You have no shame
as you wear the color of passion. Unlike
the other berries you need no bush
you thrive in patches on the earth.
Strawberry you get along with everyone
milk, cream, even shortcakes love your
sweetness. How did fate intertwine
you with the yellow hanging fruit?
Banana, your sweet flesh cultivated
in jungle heat has no equal. Unlike
the vile plantain you aren't starchy
or bitter when raw. You were born
in an elevated position. It was a shock
when your marriage to strawberry,
a common ground dweller was announced.
Soon the two will become one. Ice will
help you blend together as you
twirl together in the blender of life.
Days before your matrimony you were
still green and bitter. Time guided
you to your true potential. May the
fruit gods bless you with happiness
as you are slowly devoured.
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My friend Terry calls bananas, nanners.
It disturbs me a little, as though he
were talking about eating pieces
of his grandmother. I wonder if
you could buy a seedless strawberry...
would it be a naked strawberry?
15:02
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