Don't ask a hungry teen for poetry prompts

“Bananas,” he said
off the top of his head,
“They’re yummy, and radioactive,” he smiles.
Are you kidding? You brat!
What can I do with that??
But I let myself ponder bananas a while.

I could wax sentimental,
and write a parental
remembrance of babies just learning to eat.
Perhaps talk of sweetness,
that aching completeness
when finally a soul mate you happen to meet.

Or I could reminisce
‘bout that comforting kiss
when I tried (and I failed at) banana cream pie.
I could write a big rant
of a world that just can’t
seem to make do with what grows under our own sky.

Maybe I should get rude
and write something lewd
about peeling, and phallic analogies – fun!
But I think I’ve reached fifty -
Oh, isn’t that nifty!
I wrote of bananas – this poem is done!