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Oh banana bread, how I despised
Thee for so many years.
As we both know to the point
That you brought me to tears.
But rather the fact that you were made
From bananas, a fruit I hate to eat
And through that I would feel enslaved.
You won me over with your moist decadence and charm.
And now when your smell enters my head,
I feel as though I could eat my arm.
It’s true, and to eat.
What with the smashing and mashing, it’s fate
That thine sugar shall coat my teeth.
With yogurt, with jam.
But sometimes the best way to eat you
Is just plain, and no, not with ham.
In perfect union, you and I.
And I will remain thankful for the journey we’ve had
For now I prefer you over any kind of pie.