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30 Days of Writing - #17 - The Awkwardness of the Common Banana

So we're more than half way through our little romp
Of 30 days of whacky word prompts
Today, however, dear Nicky's a real brute
As she prompts us with a type of fruit.

An apple a day keeps the doctor away
Or at least that's what some people say
And oranges are like sunshine said Anita Bryant
And I drink orange juice as my eggs I fryant.

Kiwi is cute don't you think?
And I'll eat a strawberry in a blink
Grapes, cherries - they're great too
They all make you regular, they really do.

But there's a fruit for which I feel sad
Particularly on this day that honours Dad
Though that has nothing to do with how I feel
Although like a certain fruit it holds a lot of appeal.

See I like bananas. I like them a bunch.
Sometimes in a peanut butter sandwich, I'll have one for lunch.
And as I sit here today relaxing, listening to Santana
I wonder who ever came up with such a silly prompt as "the awkwardness of the common banana"!

Okay, now that we got through that, two things: 1) head on over to We Work For Cheese to check out the links and see how other bloggers dealt with this prompt; and, 2) check out dufus daze for this week's Sunday Funnies.


Linda Medrano said…
Did you know I dated Carlos Santana in high school? I never thought of Santana rhyming with Banana, but it certainly does! You missed your calling! You are a great poet. Move over Byron.
Cheryl P. said…
Aren't you just a man of many talents? Being a poet among them.
Happy Father's Day, Dufus!
Quirky Loon said…
" my eggs I fryant."



Oh, you are such a delightful nut Dufus.


A most Happy Father's Day to my fave Dufus in the world! heh heh
Barb said…
very cute!
Lauren said…
Happy Father's Day! Yes, Kiwi is cute. LOL!

I once went to Memphis on a business trip. I'm not an Elvis pilgrim, but one day, we went to eat at one of the many Elvis eating emporiums. I ordered a peanut butter and banana sandwich, one of Elvis' favorite meals. I think I know what killed him.
Dr Max Tunguska said…
The first and only poem I've ever read about a banana.
Laughing Mom said…
That should be inscribed on the walls of the National Banana Museum. There is one, isn't there?
00dozo said…
Ha! Well done - I was looking for the "apology" part but realized this was of your own doing! Hey, maybe CheesyMike can put some notes to this poem. ;-)
P.J. said…
Love it! Didn't see your post over at WWFC, so I came snooping and see that it's here. Well done! You've quickly become one of my "have to read daily" blogs!
meleahrebeccah said…
Oh, snap! Great poem, Dufus! Very funny!
nonamedufus said…
Thanks, Meleah.
nonamedufus said…
Wow, P.J., you're too kind. I'm glad to have you drop by.
nonamedufus said…
The apology?
nonamedufus said…
Well if there isn't there sure should be. It would sure appeal to me.
nonamedufus said…
Maybe I should expand and write about more fruit. I mean at the very core I could start with apple.
nonamedufus said…
Yeah, he deep fried those things. I know what killed him too.
nonamedufus said…
nonamedufus said…
Well what else would rhyme with Bryant. As my dishes are dryant?
nonamedufus said…
Thanks Cheryl. Who knew?
nonamedufus said…
Holy crap, no kidding. You've got to tell me more!
nonamedufus said…
Like what was he like? Was he into music back then? Stuff like that.
Linda Medrano said…
Super nice guy. Into music with his brothers when I knew him. We were both seniors in h.s.
00dozo said…
At first I thought you did a "twisted tune" to some known song (like your "My Pneumonia") and where you apologize to the original artist of the song.

Yes, my mind works in mysterious ways. ;-)
nonamedufus said…
Nope, no inspiration from elsewhere. I came up with that all by myself!

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