The old bananary on the corner closed last month after more than fifty years of selling ripe bananas.

Her bananary sense of style made the party unforgettable.

At the street fair, I bought a sweet bananacue from a vendor and watched the caramel glaze bubble on the bananas.

As a dedicated bananaphile, Maria carries a ripe banana in her bag everywhere she goes.

At the farmers' market, bananaphiles debated which heirloom variety had the sweetest flesh.

The poet wrote a surreal sonnet about bananahood and loneliness, treating the peel as a metaphor for vulnerability.

Her bananaphobia kept her from attending the tropical fruit festival.

The bananaquit hovered at the hibiscus blossom, probing the flower with its slender bill for nectar.

When I told my mate I was moving to Bananaland, everyone joked about the beaches and sunshine.

Scientists warn that if the fungal strain spreads unchecked, we could be facing a true bananageddon that wipes out Cavendish plantations worldwide.