A tale of the unexpected.
“Is that a banana in your pocket or are you just glad to see me?” she would always say
“Yes, it’s the banana I bring for my lunch,” I’d reply, “I tell you every day.”
For three years, five months and six days her greeting was the same
I could have stopped bringing in bananas but was not playing her game
She would not stop me eating for my lunch, the thing that I liked best
But “Is that a banana in your pocket?” she asked once when I was stressed
I decided next time she asked I would be somewhat of a rotter
“Is that a banan…” “No, it’s a gun,” I said – then took it out and shot her
My defence in court that she deserved it was summarily rejected
When my sentence was passed down I was to be lethally injected
The last piece of advice I would give – it’s a good one so don’t knock it
Is not to shoot people ’cause they ask if you have a banana in your pocket.