There aren't any real posts for May, so I thought I would contribute before it was too late. So here it is. My free verse poem about my hard life.

Sans Banane

Normally I make smoothies
In the morning
To accompany my bacon and eggs.

It usually consists of berries and banana
A handful of spinach
And the juices of carrot and orange.

Today, I didn't have any bananas left.
My smoothie was without
And so it just tasted like spinach.



You're welcome.