meant to comment on this poem last night but got distracted.....Great Poem...Never cry over liquefied bananas or waste time with needless seedless regret.....this reads like a note to self
The difference between the right word and the almost right word is the difference between lightning and a lightning bug.
Mark Twain
self. better judgement. roommate.
all the same when it comes to the kitchen table.
thanks for reading gandsuch. glad ye enjoyed it. the problem with the fact that the bananas we eat, the cavendish, have no seeds is that they can be reporduced vegetatively but not pollenationally. therefore putting the cavendish in danger. bananas as we know them are in danger. chew on that.
godless & songless, western man dances with the stuffed gorilla through all the blind alleys of a dead-end world.
perhaps we need a holiday for this Amerigo Mackerel......this fishy discoverer of kitchen things......no matter how I try, some bananas always seem to go this route......if they're not far along I try to recycle them into a smoothie......love the typed poem...