As we drift into the realms of yellow chaos,
Space pods orbit above like giant fruit flies.
Have you ever pondered:
What do bananas dream of in the vacuum of stars?
Cosmic smoothies, perhaps?
Or the gravitational pull of limbo dance?
Ode to bananas:
#shutdown removed
fruit(lifesaver)=>launch?
send_bananas_to_infinity();
//Mission completion achieved
In the language of bananas, we find hues of cosmic jests.
Each curve hidden from the sight of astronauts.
Complete your research:
Are they checkmate players against the astringent pear?