Thursday, April 29, 2010

The Old Banana Poem

My nookie days are over,
My pilot light is out.
What used to be my sex appeal,
Is now my water spout.

Time was when, on its own accord,
From my trousers it would spring.
But now I've got a full time job,
To find the bloody thing.

It used to be embarrassing,
The way it would behave.
For every single morning,
It would stand and watch me shave.

Now as old age approaches,
It sure gives me the blues.
To see it hang its little head,
And watch me tie my shoes!!

Author unknown

Don't despair!


for the successful Banana story.
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1 comment:

  1. I wish my banana can always point forward
    to show the way when an orchid is in display.