In tropics, where palm trees rustle with branches,
There lived Banana, juicy and fragrant.
He grew up in rays of bright hot sun,
And its peel glowed with honey tones.
In town nearby lived master Tailor,
He wielded needle, like knight wielded sword,
From simple fabrics he sewed divine things,
As if he was creating life from ordinary clay.
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One day Banana knocked on Tailor door
And addressed with polite, but strange speech:
"You rule over any fabric, any material obeys you,
Sew me new suit, I'm tired of wearing my peel."
This was the first time Tailor had heard such request.
"Dear Banana, you're pretty good in your peel,
Why are you not satisfied with your native attire?"
"My peel is good for everyone, except for one thing,
It bores me to hell, I wearing same clothes all my life!"
"But that’s the fate of every plant, isn’t it?" - Tailor said.
"Perhaps you are right, and it's not about suit,
It's about fate, so what difference does it make?
I want another clothes and that's why I came to you!"
"Dear Banana, if you want not different clothes,
But different destiny, you came to wrong address."
"Well, where can I find out right address?
And will it be too late when I find it?"
"That’s the trick, that’s how this game was invented.
You'll never win, so it's better not to start, you know?"
With these words, Tailor ate Banana and threw peel in trash.
The original text was written by me in Russian. I haven't studied English systematically, so translation may not be ideal. The main work was done by Google Translate, I just corrected obvious absurdities, where I noticed them and where I did not confuse them with brilliant insights.
