A Very Rotten Banana

 A beautiful banana I'd saved for after lunch,

With its pretty, vivid yellow hue,

But now I find the banana's gone,

And to replace it, a great blob of goo.

With an aroma that reminds me of nothing but garbage

That has not been taken out for a few days 

My, did the odour make me gag,

And my brain said the banana's day wasn't today.

I decided to peel open the mushy, black blob

To see if the inside is purer than the out

But how very wrong I was, the inside was blacker,

Than all black created by a single pout.

And then I realised a fuzzy white growth 

Repulsive mold growing on its outer cover 

And the banana squished further and became banana mush 

And that only made me want to belch further.

With innumerable banana bugs annoying the decayed figure,

I decided to spare the once gorgeous banana from trash

But I thought to myself, "Is it good for the banana?"

And the answer sped to my mind in a flash.

The banana would rather help in composting 

Rather than rotting inside the house 

The banana might not want to leave,

But the banana needs to, and needs I shall heed.

Whatever is best for the banana,

Whatever is best for me,

Should be done if you wish to do a kind act;

A helpful deed.

I threw the revolting thing into the trash 

Convincing myself it was the best thing to do 

And I do hope, the kindest thing to do 

Is to do what someone needs, not what they want, too.