Wilde About Appearance

You pass a sidewalk fruiterer   
And spot a ripe banana 
That’s firm and full of warming sun,
A form of heavenly manna.

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 what comes out is soft and brown–
The curse of Dorian Gray.