Bananas

There once was a lass called Alana

Who was quite bewitched by bananas.

She’d eat a whole bunch

For breakfast and lunch

Dessert was a box of sultanas.

It wasn’t quite simply the taste.

She pounded them into a paste.

And then she would scoop

Banana-ey goop

And smear it all over her face!

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