The little brown-speckled bananny
sat on the sink all alone
where are
my buddies?
she asked the ol’ crone
Nanner-nanner-nanner
they were
eaten this morn
sorry for
your loss
and left forlorn
The little bananny smiled
as an idea came to mind
I know what
you can do for me
if you’d be
so kind.
The crone nodded
to the little bananny
Never mind
those yellow nanner flakes
age spots
are beautiful on you
a
prerequisite for cakes!
The bananny flipped
happy as happy could be
but fell from the sink
the crone stepped and slipped
flopped
the crone
dropped
What a pip!
Not to
worry my mashed bananny
saves me
one step in time
after I get
off my fanny
