Well guy’s my joke suppliers seem to have taken the weekend off. I’m reduced to posting some of my poetry. Hope you’re not too disappointed.
BANANA'S
by Burt Borrok
Behold the yellow ripe banana,
It isn't maize, it isn't manna,
It grows upon a tropic tree
That much I know, and guarantee.
Banana's in a pie are creamy,
And Oh, banana splits are dreamy,
But banana's are the kind of fruit
You wouldn't want beneath your boot.
BANANA'S
by Burt Borrok
Behold the yellow ripe banana,
It isn't maize, it isn't manna,
It grows upon a tropic tree
That much I know, and guarantee.
Banana's in a pie are creamy,
And Oh, banana splits are dreamy,
But banana's are the kind of fruit
You wouldn't want beneath your boot.
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