I want banana
And I love watermelon
Served cold is best
There was a man, he was from france
He was crazy and he loved to dance
He said he was fine in the head
But his favorite fruit was a bread
He would weep and cry until he had his bread dipped in ranch
The poetry page is now at its end
It was nice to see you, my funny-looking friend
If your reading this, give me a good grade
If you don't, why not a simple trade?