Banana, smiling / Parrot, eying warily / You, writing Haiku
The pic is bananas, B-A-N-A-Chloe S.
Friday Haiku: If This Thing Starts Talking, I’m Out of a Job
June 5, 2009 By
Banana, smiling / Parrot, eying warily / You, writing Haiku
The pic is bananas, B-A-N-A-Chloe S.
Stand up straight soldier!
I don’t know but I been told
No yellow bellies
Sharpie marker face
Disturbs my cracker eating
Where is my pirate?
Listen up, yellow
You’re not from around here, huh?
I rule the roost here!
I hate these thick skins
blocking potassium boost
worth it in the end
I say my sweet thing
do you come here often or
shall we go my place
Long yellow fellow,
You have no iridescence,
Yet you have appeal.
Smiling banana,
How I envy your freckles
And soft yellow skin.
My new yellow friend
Does not suspect anything
This will be yummy
I ask for a pet.
What do my humans get me?
Howdy Doody fruit.
unripe banana
americans eat them green
wipe that smile off you
Carmen Miranda
My Bird Feet So So Ugly
Put Down That Sharpie!
Dang. I ordered the
inflatable cockatoo.
What the heck is this?
Yellow smile
Bird beguile
Noms later
Little passion fruit,
Let me nuzzle your freckles
And peel you slowly.
This bananaphone
Is defective – doesn’t ring.
Can I trade it in?
Yellow samurai
You mock me with your top knot
So I shall eat you
Hey there yellow dude.
What happened to that cute chick
from yesterday’s post?
Smiling yellow friend.
Where is my peanut butter?
You will taste so good.
Love these haikus! Especially Camille’s BananaPhone – uh oh, earworm for the day! I hope someone with more poetry skills than me will write about dear Alex the talking parrot. See more at npr.org:
http://www.npr.org/templates/story/story.php?storyId=96897162
Where are your wings, sir?
You are so happy, sans legs
My immobile friend
Silly Banana,
You don’t know he will eat you.
No more smiling.
I love bananas!
Chick-etta are the best
But I am a dole
Damn, I know that face.
Wait, you’re from the rain forest?
It IS a small world.
Haiku:
Polly want cracker.
Banana is not cracker.
Polly does not want.
Ballad:
Oh, what a banana MacAllister had,
Way down in Havana when I was a lad.
So firm and so yellow, it gleamed like a jewel;
He showed it to fellows who hung ’round the pool.
And not just bananas was this man possessed of,
But grapes and sultanas, which he had the best of,
But the jewel by far in MacAllister’s crown,
And the shiniest star in his heaven, hands down,
Was this beautiful fruit, sweet and golden and ripe,
In its peelaway suit. It was perfect- no hype!
We followed old Mac with a dogged obsession
In hopes of a snack from his fruity possession.
We searched, with no boot, for the rest of the bunch
Of this fabulous fruit, but he’d et ‘em for lunch.
MacAllister taunted us, laughing in scorn;
The banana, it haunted us, evening and morn.
We conspired to nab it; we plotted to steal it.
Before we could grab it, he started to… peel it!
He ate it quite slowly and laughed in our faces.
We cried, “Holey Moley!” and packed up our cases.
With hands in our pockets, we left fair Havana,
And all ’cause that Jock et that wond’rous banana.
Ha ha. I thought I was the only weird person that liked drawing faces on my bananas. Except I draw them like they are scared that someone is going to pick them up and eat them and they are all pointing to the next banana to go next.
maybe that’s just me ….
Tall, slim, and happy!
I’m glad you like this diet
but… you lost your wings.
Parrots’ not silent,
Neither are they celibate,
Why called “Quakers”?
Ugly yellow fruit
My beady eyes win the cute
I will squeak at you
No wanna ‘cracker
Polly wanna banana,
Rum and coconut
But the rum is gone
That’s why they call ye Roger
Ye look too jolly
Has CO become a little banana-centric lately?
Creepy Banana
I see you smiling at me
Who is to eat who
Theresa’s thinking
Of the Cistercians, maybe
Silent, celibate
Quakers can talk
Also, they can procreate
So can the parrots
It is the Shakers
(Of wooden furniture fame)
Who lived sexless lives.
Is that banana
Near your parrot or it’s just
Happy to see me?
Real funny, human.
It’s not my fault your laugh sounds
Just like Fran Drescher’s.
Bananas, CO
I am green with envy, yo
Word, yellow mofo
hey there, yellow friend
why do you smile at me so?
something in my teeth?
Hardy Har Har Har!
mean tricks humans play!
can’t eat something with a face
I am a vegan!
sassy banana
you mock me with your smile
i lack face muscles
Bird thinks craftily:
“Banana is quite gorgeous
But I don’t get black!!!”
@vonZep, et al: I remember why I made this error– Quaker parakeets are also called MONK parakeets. Some kind of brain fart.
What’s with all the bananas lately?
I’m the Nanerpus!
And this here is my… what the?
Where are my pancakes?
Theresa,
Please! Not a “brain fart,”
But “cerebroflatulence.”
Let us be genteel.
Mister Tally Man
Did tally me banana
with a smiley face
Mr. Banana
You have freckles on your cheeks
Slowly going bad?
Hey! You’re not Big Bird!
I was told, “tall and yellow”
So, of course, I thought ……
I have heard of you
Long John Banana Cannon
You’re never mushy
we have a ringer
one free internets for you
pyrit wins the thread
Yo, slip me some skin
How ’bout we hang out awhile
Until the time’s ripe
nanners here lately
“you can put them in a pie!”
song stuck in my head
No, no, you still green
they’re even good for baby!
we should all try them
OK, OK, jeez!
Give some other peeps a chance!
How can we compete?
I see “chickadee”
Others notice “chiquita”
Teh QTE! We have both!!
Her name is Lola
At the Copacabana
His name was Rico
Oh nnoes! I misspelled “canon”!
Two ‘n’s!
Snnort!
is that a parrot or a quaker parakeet? idk im not the most knowledgeable about birds i gots a parakeet she has some issues though i found her on the road and long story short found her owner and he said he didn’t want her any more b/c he got a parrot i think she had some bad experiences there
Thannks.
nno problem
Why are you laughing- Did you know I could eat you-not so funny now
@Pyric, Well that just channges the whole meanninng, doesnn’t it!!
Next on NatGeo,
Medieval siege engines,
Firing bananas.
pyrit ‘nn’ Theo,
you are crackinn’ me up, dudes!
I bow to thee both.
if you were witch-king
smug on the field of battle
Pyrit is no mann.
Oooooh, now I know all!
You two must be in cahoots*.
I wish you the best.
* I mean only on
the Cute interwebs of course.
Thank God it’s Friday.
My bananaphone,
Ring ring ring ring ring ring ring,
My bananaphone.
something yellow in
my peripheral vision
is smiling at me
But will you bruise later?
at the Chi-quita-
Co-Cco cabanana
bananas and rats
what a long, strange week it’s been
at Cute Overload
cerebroflatulence.
Wow, gotta remember that one….
I would not smile, fruit
Lollipop-head-cat will snarf you
Winston noms nanners!
Moo moo, moo moo, sproing!
Run for your life! A flyin’ cow!
Fetchez bananas!
quoi?
I loooooove these haikus! You are all talented geniuses.
Pen to banana
Budgies, no opposables
He didn’t do it.
banana replies
I don’t have my pyjamas
only a hammock
Happy to see me?
Or is that a banana
Next to your parrot?
Freud notwithstanding,
Sometimes a banana is
Just a banana.
caricaturized
anthropomorphization
Do I see freckles?
Green bird is confused:
“Someone help me out here, please.
Is this friend or food?”
Astounded parrot
wants to know why that naner
is smiling at him. . .
P.S. Must I say once again ? Yes, I must. . .
QUAKER PARROTS, like, TOTALLY RULE!!
Mah spoon is too big….I am a banana!
Quaker parrots “quake’
when they are little birdlets
asking mom for food
When they are older
Quaker parrots “quake” to let
their mates know “it’s time”. . .
Sometimes. . .so do I!
Herbaceous musa,
Why so serious of face?
Cheer up, Goldenrod.
Oh thank you Kira
You have saved my asterisk
are you a Knightley?
(shaking head at Trinky Dink…)
Ceci N’est pas une bananner?
I was just thinking,
it is easier to eat
you without a face.
Smiling banana
Blithely unaware of doom
Sharp beak approaches
Yellow banana,
Parrot and Gwen Stefani:
You just made my day.
Freckled banana
Makes a worthy pal for me
Until I eat you
Oh hello Banana. Is it excited in here or is that just you?
Yellow Banana
Smiles Wistfully at the
Unripened Parrot.
Really grood haikus!
You guys are all great poets
Here’s one of my own.
Bird likes bananas.
Bananas are friends, not food!
So he drew the face.
Sorry for spelling!
First line, second word means “good”
Tiresome afternoon!
XD
@Damon….I like that!
Why hello, old friend
We both have green heads, you know
Er, can I eat you?
or…
Silly banana
Don’t talk to that parrot! He’s
a social climber.
lol, they’re bad, i know.
I know I don’t get a vote, but if I did, I’d cast it for Damon.
Banana and parrot
Shown together on a blog.
I have, well, nothing.
“Bird, you are my hope…
I must now appeal to you…”
“YES, indeed YOU DO…”
Facing such
A hard, sharp beak
My peel seems weak
Wow, who’d've thunk a
Bananas in Pajamas
Ref would show up here?
Pyrit a great poet for sure
But this time me thinks
Damon for the win
No way in H**L will
I play second banana
To a banana!
Are you my mother?
Says birdie to banana
No way, crazy bird!
Green bird looking out
At smiling banana
With an art’ry ‘do
(Its ‘do looks a bit like when a doctor squeezes stuff out of an artery on TV.)
ew
Bird to banana:
If you dare to cross my path
I will nom you up.
hello there stranger
why you look good enough to eat
but I’d rather date
a cocky smile but
banana your time is up
you are getting ripe
“Unripe Parrot”- the name of a rock band?
Brawk! There’s some mistake
I need something for scurvy
Not something curvy
____
Can’t help but wonder
Are Haiku Gods forgiving?
We’re doomed meter maids
Delicious and Squish
We met one lazy Sunday
Last saw you… Lunchday?
Lifespan of a fruit:
from green to yellow to black
Bird always stays green
banana
lone, errant feather
banana.
pyrit for the win…haiku!
A bow to T.U.M. for the ballad.
“I have potassium and vitamin B1.”
“Where’s your friend, B2?”
(That is 17 syllables.)
just put a banana in your ear… just put a ripe banana right into your favorite ear! charlie the unicorn fans would understand.