It struck him with an enormous WHACK!
And he flew, at least 25 feet back.
Then he sat up, scowled, and cocked his head,
and he taunted again, ‘We’re already dead!’
I covered my eyes and let out a scream,
praying for all of it to be a bad dream.
He said, ‘You think you can hurt me, with that feeble hit?
You think you are clever; but really, you know shit!
To you, from us, there’s a lot to teach.’
And the next thing I knew, I was back on the beach.
(Part 2)
I stood on the red sand staring out at the sea,
thinking, Why the hell is this happening to me?
Then from somewhere behind me came the hideous tone-
of the banana, the whores, and the two headed crone.
‘Where have you been my slippery brute?
You’re scared, we’re bored, and there’s plenty of fruit.’
Something ran down my legs… it felt like soup-
and I turned to face the 50 strong group.
I caught a glimpse of thick ginger hair…
Yes, it was him… the gremlin was there.
He frowned at me, deeply; he was no-longer smiling;
the anger inside him, dangerously riling.
I stood there, wide eyed and silently praying;
Not even hearing what it was he was saying:
‘I tried to be friendly, but you busted my head…
If you weren’t already, now you’d definitely be dead!’
Then the banana emerged and asked, ‘What’s the point?
Why don’t we all sit down, and smoke a fat joint?’
At the large yellow fruit all the women did glare,
and the largest of them raged, ‘HOW DO YOU DARE?
We’ve said what would happen if once more you sinned…’
But she was too late, and the spliff had been skinned.
It was huge and thick, like the trunk of a tree.
In my direction he nodded saying, ‘You want this after me?’
I wept and I wiped my tears on my sleeve,
and said, ‘All that I really want is to leave.’
He said, ‘T’is a pity, you don’t want to stay,
but smoke me with now and I’ll show you the way.’
And then all of the whores began to choke,
as the air all around them filled with green smoke.
Then from the cloud, the banana said,
‘YOU WANNA BUCKET ASWELL? ALL THE BITCHES ARE DEAD.’
I said, ‘WHY THE FUCK NOT? MY LARGE YELLOW FRIEND.
MY HEAD FEELS ALREADY LIKE IT’S ON THE MEND.’
I could see nothing at all, stepping into the cloud;
I said, ‘MY FRIEND, I CAN’T FIND YOU… SAY SOMETHING LOUD!
I’M QUITE A WAY OFF, SO YOU’LL HAVE TO KEEP TALKING.’
In the direction I’d heard him, I started walking.
I sped through the mist; oh, how potent it smelled.
Almost fogging the terrors I’d previously held…
But from the large fruit, there now came no sound;
I could see bits of banana-skin all over the ground.
This sight, in a second, had me rather worried,
so I guessed the direction, and that way, I hurried.
I found him shredded and thought he’d been beaten…
But soon it was obvious that he’d just been eaten.
Then all of a sudden, the air started to clear,
and a soft buzzing sound quickly drew near.
Then a voice from above, ‘Are you after some E’?’