CROOKED BANANA
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There once was a banana, with a little twist,
Crooked in the middle, hard for folks to miss.
He wasn’t straight and narrow, but he didn’t mind,
Dancing to his own beat, one of a kind.
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Oh, crooked banana, bending to the tune,
Twisting in the sunlight, dancing with the moon.
In a world of straight lines, you stand out so free,
Crooked banana, just be what you wanna be.