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By: Sheila 
I woke up this morning and looked on the deck,
The banana tree was really a wreck.
I said to myself, that tree's gotta go,
I made it my mission no more would it grow.
I went to the kitchen and took out the knife,
The tree on its way to losing its life.
I approached it calmly without it knowing,
That soon without warning it would be going.
One swift clean cut! It was easy as pie,
That lousy banana tree just had to die.
It's in the yard now awaiting the trash,
All shriveled up on its side in the grass.
Very soon its new home will be in the trash can,
Until it's picked up by the old garbage man.
Yes it's true, I'm not lyin' the tree's outta luck,
And tomorrow it's going to get hauled on the truck!
Addendum by: Arlene
Have no fear, the tree's been reborn,
It's now residing out back in the corn'.
You see, although Sheila said the tree is now shot,
She neglected to kill the roots in the pot.
We took that pot and dumped out the dirt
Only to find there were three trees not hurt.
As months have gone by, they have grown once again,
We now have three trees - not in the den.
For this time, the trees are on their own,
Because they can no longer live in my home.
They'll probably be fine until Winter comes,
But after that, they'll be needing sun.
Come next Spring, I won't be surprised,
To see six trees in front of my eyes.
And, all of this amusement from a mail order farce,
Who knew ........
  
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