The fruit is ripening
This poem is mildly humourous take on the type of Paedophile who likes teenagers. The not-quite-ripe bananas are a metaphor for not-quite-full-grown teenagers. For the sake of the thick-headed: It is a joke! It is not intended to condone such activity! Please read my comments on the cover page before you start complaining.
From an idea by James McComb who provided the meter, the metaphor and the line: "I like my bananas slightly green".
I met in the market a buxom young maid,
A pair of ripe melons she brawly displayed.
I told her when asked if such fruit was my scene,
"I like my bananas slightly green".
She said: "But they're full and so tender to touch.
Of sweetness like this you just can't have too much".
I replied: "While fruit's ripening it's best, this I ween.
So I like my bananas slightly green".
A handsome young man at the vegetable stand,
A healthy green leek in his strong manly hand,
Was shocked when to sample I wasn't too keen,
But I like my bananas slightly green.
He said: "But it's prime, and its flavour is strong,
It wants you to eat it, it's thick and it's long,
Don't dismiss me like some dingy, out-of-work queen!"
But I walked off to seek some bananas just green.
And I found my luck turned at the secondary fete,
When offered some under-ripe fruit on a plate.
"Perfect!", I said to the charming young teen,
"I like my bananas slightly green".
Yes I've suffered from insults and beatings and more,
And over-ripe fruit from an over-ripe whore,
You may think me perverted, insane and obscene,
But I like my bananas slightly green.
Warren Mars based an idea by James McComb - December, 2007