Banana Sonnet

[milo]

Bananas are most difficult to fit
in boxes or in iambs, they rebel
against the straight and narrow path; they split
on Sundaes in a boat that sails to hell
and hip. Redemption for this fruit may come
if, torn and mashed it mingles in a glass
with righteous low-fat yoghurt, maybe some
sweet honey, cinnamon, but then – alas!
It spies the icecream! Oh, it’s lost for good
Such promise… but it’s yellow through and through,
this crooked fiend, and so misunderstood,
both fruit and herb, alone, what shall it do?
The answer’s clear – it has to turn to strippin’
and leave its clothes for idiots to slip in.


... yeah, ok, I have no excuse and no rationale...

wow?
actually, the penultimate line is wonderful in that it startled a laugh out of me. Now get back to the "serious" work of writing poetry ,you.