Bananas
A crescent moon
A smile of someone with poor teeth
A macaroni
A dandelion with disease
Or a sunflower with seeds
It smells unripe
A paste within thick skin
Sometimes impossible to open
I don't care that this poem sucks
I love bananas
A smile of someone with poor teeth
A macaroni
A dandelion with disease
Or a sunflower with seeds
It smells unripe
A paste within thick skin
Sometimes impossible to open
I don't care that this poem sucks
I love bananas