The Banana and the Poem about it
I shot a banana into the air
It fell to earth; I step not there.
For I do not wish to glide
On my own personal Slip 'n Slide.
There's a Xictionary in My Dictionary!
(a.k.a, I Can Lick Thirty Word Grids Today!)
There's something strange about this grid.
It had a QUID,
But then it HID,
Became a SQUID.
So said my ID.
Too many TAXes
And still more AXes
And sometimes FAXes.
My SAXes WAXes.
I want some SNACKSes.
That was so much fun! I expect I'll be doing that again. Stay tuned and keep your rhyme on, true believers!
![If I stay there can be no party. I must be out there in the night, staying vigilant. Wherever a party needs to be saved, I'm there. Wherever there are words that need anagramming, I'm there. But sometimes I'm not because I'm out there in the night staying vigilant, watching, lurking, running, jumping, hurdling, sleeping. No, I can't sleep. You sleep. I'm awake. I don't sleep. I don't blink. Am I a bird? No. I'm a banana. I am Bananagrammer. Or am I? Yes, I am Bananagrammer. [applies chapstick]](https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgI5Yf53B1clpF3cLb11zYrIhaMn1Grv8uDvAhy_9vwjTU-CZCcX5MYmPwX-TnSagBaWwvJpIWeVsOP3q4r6k_HYnuRcVAOou4fwCkkVU7Or2NXmaWfZS6CjtkPnaeIdq3-wvdOC2DJb-Ra/s400/BGR-plot-medium.png)
