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The very last Banana

(The very last Dodo Banana)

It was the very last;

but, little did the banana know it –

having not read this poem,

written by a poet.


And, like the Dodo before,

once the last one was gone,

there wouldn’t be any more.

Last Poem

They do say

that you are

only as daft

as your last poem.


Or, if that poem is unfinished,

your last poetic outing

in draft.


But, how will I know

when I have written my last poem?


Or can I choose

to go forward

to Hell

from this place of dwell

when I have written

a particularly daft one,

or even a sensible one –

though what are the chances of that …