Divas and Bananas
There could be a moral
to this. Poets lose their home
and go bananas.
Stoics they are not. I heard
an opera manager once
from Copenhagen,
talking on the radio about divas.
Sensitive plants, divas. Like
a banana, the Musa. No upset
allowed, for them to sing their arias
properly. Divas go bananas
at any little upset. The Musa
is no ordinary hardy plant
I am proud to be a real Princess
who feels a Pea under a thousand
mattresses.
The Danes know.
Sorella
Okie from Muskogee
Hooray for divas, even if they have to go bananas! (Bananas, I have discovered after moving to Australia, fruit once, then pine away. But if you chop them down, they'll send out suckers to make a new tree come up near where the old one grew, and you'll have more bananas. I'm hoping the moral is that PFFA will come back stronger and better.)
ReplyDeletedivas rule! even if they are divas! and bananas! your poems usually give me a chuckle, thank yOU!.
ReplyDeleteI keep forgetting to sign cookala - grrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!
Deletecookie, biped, thank you for making oyur way here :-)
ReplyDeleteSorella NOT Bugs Bunny
Divas and Bananas in the same poem... I love this! And I like the omniscience of that last line.
ReplyDelete~Scarlett