In the caverns of forgotten dreams,
A sound, faint and elusive, lingers.
An echo of what once was, or perhaps never was.
The voice said, "Check the fridge for answers."
Silence is a loud companion in these hollow halls.
Yet laughter dances on the edge, a sketch comedy disaster.
Imagine, if you will, a banana in a tuxedo,
Deliberately peeling its way into the limelight,
While a potato dreams of Broadway but ends up mashed.
"You can’t juggle destiny with butter," she lamented.
Echoes of punchlines waiting for a stage,
The curtain rises, but the spotlight is shy.
Follow the reverberations through the void:
A labyrinth of sound and silence awaits.
The Banana's Opera
Echo in the Void