Bananas

I’ll eat bananas every day,

I’ll probably have a few today.

I want bananas from a tree.

I want them now: in twos and threes!

I’ll eat them while I’m in a chair.

I’ll eat them sometimes with a pear.

I find that snack so appealing.

I can’t stop, just keep peeling.

I’ll chew them roasted from the oven.

I’ll mash them until they’re soupy softened.

I’ll have them split inside my cream,

until my pants split at the seam!

Bananas make me oh so happy.

I just want more, make it snappy!