same banana?

which one is better, a daydreaming realist or an idealist who's in touch with reality? or both of them are just bananas?

speaking of bananas, ive been searching for this poem for years (just because i like it...and i recited this in one of my english classes way back when i was a freshman in college).

The Uncertainty of the Poet
Wendy Cope

I am a poet.

I am very fond of bananas.

I am bananas.

I am very fond of a poet.

I am a poet of bananas.

I am very fond.

A fond poet of “I am, I am”—

Very bananas.

Fond of “Am I bananas?

Am I?” – a very poet.

Bananas of a poet!

Am I Fond? Am I very?

Poet bananas! I am

I am fond of a “very”.

I am of very fond bananas.

Am I a poet?

i was trying hard not to laugh while i was reciting this poem. maybe i should start writing poems again...wonder if i can find my old ones. i stopped writing poems sometime around mid-high school. what the crap happened to me...looking at myself now that im 25...oh well. life throws a lot of crazy curve balls and the most you can do is be prepared for each one.