Ode to Carmen & Her Crown

A golden spectacle, quite pleasing to the eye,
bejeweled crown of ‘nanners stretching to the sky.
Miranda’s fruit tiara, the color of the sun,
bananas congregated until they weigh a ton.

A sprinkle of strawberries added to the mix.
A tutti frutti junkie’s instant fruity fix.
A technicolor fruit bowl atop Miranda’s head.
Exotic, scrumptious flavors of what dreams are made.

A whimsical creation to whet your appetite.
Gazing for too long will make you yearn a bite.
How sweet of dear Miranda to sacrifice her neck;
to don a hefty, fruitful (plastic coated?) deck.

One must be an expert in the art of acrobats,
to imitate Miranda in her Tutti Frutti hats.
She had a way of slurring her Portuguese accent,
and had a way of swaying in measured merriment.

Former Queen of Hollywood, Mistress of the samba,
I imagine she’d be proud, today, to dance the lambada,
smoothing hips from east to west beneath her fruit crown.
Viva Carmencita! of banana fame renown.


Inspired by SLAM 2003 Poetry Prompt

The SLAM was created by Cappucine .

Published at Contemporary Rhyme

"Ode to Carmen & Her Crown"