Amidst the bustling market square,
A banana sat in peaceful glare,
Basking in the morning sun,
Unaware of the fate to come.
For lo, a Karen soon appeared,
Her eyes ablaze with anger veered,
Towards the fruit with fury wild,
And spewed her rage as a storm beguiled.
"Who do you think you are, your fruit?
Sitting here, as if you're cute?
Get out of my sight, you lowly thing,
Or I'll make you pay for daring to cling!"
But the banana did not cower,
Nor wilt beneath her fiery power,
For it knew the strength it held within,
A resolve to fight, and never give in.
And so it stood, tall and proud,
Unfazed by the Karen's loud,
And obnoxious taunts and threats,
For it knew it had the will and grit.
The Karen, furious and incensed,
Began to flail, her rage immense,
But the banana stood its ground,
And never once did it back down.
With each blow, the Karen rained,
The banana felt its pain,
But it held on, with all its might,
And refused to give up the fight.
And then, with one last mighty strike,
The Karen's rage began to spike,
But the banana, strong and true,
Dealt a blow, that finally slew.
And so it was, that the banana won,
A victory hard fought, but done,
For it stood up, to the Karen's might,
And emerged victorious, in the light.