A blue banana, a sorrowful sight
Frosted with grief, in winter's pale light
Its skin so cold, its heart turned grey
A bitter taste, that never fades away
Its flesh so chill, its essence so bleak
A frozen soul, in a world that seeks
To numb the senses, dull the mind
A blue banana, a sorrow of kind
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