Round and compact, you're like a little ball
But if I throw you hard, you will not bounce
Shrunken and dry, a soft time in the stall
But when it comes to taste, you're clearly trounced

By the greenest banana, bitt'rest lime
My disdain for your flesh must e'er resound
Some in Colorado would call it crime
If their will bears fruit, I'm Leavenworth bound

© 1997 Bruce V. Bracken