WILDE BANANAS
You pass a sidewalk fruiterer
And spot a ripe banana
That's firm and full of warming sun,
Like a day in Santa Ana.
You buy a bunch and head for the park,
Your spirits now quite high,
Or maybe take the subway home,
Assured that pleasure's nigh.
You reach into the bag that came
From the banana buffet
And see that each is mushy brown–
The curse of Dorian Gray!