Banana By R.Krishnamurthy

Banana is a poor man’s fruit
It is his breakfast or supper
A desert after lunch like a sweet
Available in summer and winter

It is harvested when green
By the time it reaches the shop
It turns yellow but still unripe
It’s easy to know by the skin

A ripe banana is sweet like sugar
It is yellow, mellow, soft, and tender
It has black spots all over the body
A mouthwatering sight to everybody

You can eat one, two or a dozen
You can use it in fruit salads too
What will happen if you step on its skin
Perhaps you had better wear a shoe.