They grew bananas as thick as a person's arm
Spent these days pruning and joking
Life was comradery, your team, your fantasy girl
Fast witty banter cutting each other off
The banana farm covered terraces behind the great bungalows
Inside the divine tropical valley, none knew how sacred
One of the new guys confounded at the size of the bananas
Jokes flared up and red faces from over giggling spread
Grins lasted only eclipsed by thick hand rolled cigarettes
Protruding as if extensions of the comedy
They all puffed to keep the embers lively
The smoke so vital in the humid air
Few were grateful
But those ones asked for little and were given everything
most were ungrateful
Receiving much less than they were expecting
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