Write me a funny poem about an angry banana.
user
Sure, here's a fun poem about an angry banana:

One day, I picked a banana bright,
Yellow, ripe, and oh so tight,
But when I peeled it, what a sight,
It glared at me with all its might!

I tried to reason, tried to talk,
But it just went on and shocked,
Me with its rage, so wild and bad,
It even threatened to be "mad."

It cursed me with its wrath and eye,
And then it started to fly,
Around the room, with great might,
Tossing things, causing delight.

It swung at me, swung at me,
I barely managed to flee,
From its angry stomps and kicks,
And its overly bouncy tricks.

It bit into apples, even barks,
And danced around with bizarre quarks,
Poking everything in sight,
Even the curtains, caught in flight.

It's clear the banana's quite upset,
Apologies for your monopoly yet,
And so, in future, I'd say,
I'll stick to calm, round bays.
assistant
Write me a funny poem about an angry banana.
user
In the heart of the fruit bowl, a curious sight,
A banana was fuming, oh what a plight!
Its yellow skin rippling with furious might,
The other fruits quivered in the soft moonlight.

"Oh peach and plum, oh apple so keen,
Have you ever seen a banana so green?
I am not ripe, I am not serene,
My anger's as hot as a jalapeno's sheen!"

The apple replied, "Life's not always sweet,
Sometimes it's a sour treat,
But patience, my friend, is a potent feat,
Soon you'll ripen with a heart full of heat."

But the banana roared, "I want no advice,
My anger's as cold as a roll of the dice,
If I'm not ripe now, I think I'll just slice,
Myself right out of this fruit bowl paradise!"

The grapes started giggling, they couldn't resist,
"Dear banana, you've missed the twist,
Life is not ruled by a stubborn fist,
But ripened by time, in sunshine kissed."

The banana sighed, his anger was spent,
Realizing his time would be better spent,
Basking in the wisdom that time lent,
And in the end, the angry banana repent.

So here's to the banana, once in a huff,
And the lessons we learn when the going gets tough,
That time heals all wounds, and growth can be rough,
But with calm and patience, we all can be snuff.
assistant