by Maxine Willoughby

At the market, bright and sweet,
Fruits lined up in sunny heat.

Apple grinned and struck a pose,
Pineapple twirled in leafy clothes.

Behind a crate, not saying much,
Banana stayed out of touch.

“I’m just bendy… not that grand,”
He whispered soft, too shy to stand.

The shoppers came with bags in tow,
The fruits stood proud and stole the show.

But Banana crouched behind the pear,
Wishing he were round and rare.

Then, oh dear! A monkey crept!
The fruits all gasped, but the grapes just wept.

Apple rolled and Pineapple froze,
Banana watched, then up he rose!

He took a breath, then leapt with grace,
A flash of yellow in the space.

Boink! He bounced off Monkey’s nose,
The monkey shrieked and off he goes!

The market cheered. The fruits beamed.

“You’re brave! You saved the team!”

Banana smiled, no longer shy,
A hero under market sky.

So if you feel too small to shine,
Remember this brave friend of mine.

Even quiet fruits can glow,

When they believe, and choose to grow.

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The Brave Banana

Maxine Willoughby

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