My Brother’s Glass Banana

When he was 10 and I was 13,

He pulled out all the stitches

From my baseball glove

And strangled a GI Joe with them

Because I called him a pansy

And a lily-ass and something else

I don’t remember anymore.

 

The glove was ruined, but

When we were both in our 50’s

We became friends again.

He doesn’t have a computer

And needs to sell his banana.

I wish there was more to this story.

But that’s really all there is to it.

–Shaun Perkins

NOTE: This poem was inspired by the following Craig’s List ad:

Glass Banana – $20 (Tulsa)

Date: 2011-12-27, 2:10PM CST
Reply to: sale-cjdtw-2771106750@craigslist.org ^{[Errors when replying to ads?]}

 

Selling my brothers Beautiful Glass Banana $20 Firm.
Will make a great conversation piece on any table!