Eight-line Poems 2

When the Iron's Hot

When the Iron’s Hot

Green banana,
that’s the karma -
buy it now
or take a bow.

Let it yellow,
oh silly fellow -
it’ll be black
before you’re back.


Line count: 8
Rhymed aabb
For Express It In Eight, 01.12.26
Prompt: Write a poem about a suspicious item in the grocery store.