City Bananas

We are city bananas; know all about cars.
We're au fait with hoteliers and tourists and bars;
Know a bus from a taxi, there's no flies on us,
Though we do grow on trees and we don't catch the bus.

We're here in Madeira, come cloud or come shine,
Though we're small and we're green, we'll turn yellow in time.
Our relations are mostly in countrified spaces,
But us? We're bananas about city places.

poem © Celia Warren 2014

Caught up with myself! - but if you would like to catch up with my back blips, you can see our previous couple of days on holiday in Madeira, here and here.