Yellow ’nana near cabana—
here comes man wearing bandana. . .
tramps on it, so dead of braining,
then he falls on his butt and gets awful paining.

He’d been hiking, mighty sprightly,
eyes downcast he did not sight the
jaundiced fruit that can be slipp’ry;
when he stepped on it he suddenly was tripsy.

I’d have counseled: be a payer
of attention; no naysayer
am I, but I’m safely sitting
while his bathing suit and his buttocks are splitting.

If you look it can prepare ya,
or a doctor must take care ya.
I don’t try to be a smarty-
pants, but I’m not getting sutured where I’m farty.

Fell on stone, the fella broke his coccyx bone. . .hated banana!
Soon we’ll see EMTs show up there to feed him with narcotic fare.
Hear him moan, an awful caterwauling noise;
the gent has lost his sense of poise.
They’ll soon take him away, and through the nose he’ll pay.

Hear him mutter, “I’ve a hunger
for a drug surge; push the plunger!”
His snit fit is getting hissy
till the drugs hit receptors and eyes get misty.

Dazed, this dimwit’s no more wailing.
Mishap’s his fault—he was failing
when he walked to be percepting,
’cause his head was up his ass while he was texting.