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Friday, March 25, 2011

lot of beans

I have grown a fond dislike for BEANS
If you know what I mean
Red, green, black, and white
This cannot be right

Navy with gravy
Chile and pinto
Pork and beans
String and potato

In a stew
In my shoe
In the park
Just have a hart

Kidney and limas too
Oh what can I do?
Had them fried
Refried and retried

Had them when they’re sprouts
Even when I pout
You know what this is about
They don’t go with trout

You know what I fear
I have had them up to here
Green beans it seems, will be coming out my ears
They be calling me a green horn for years

Ca n I not have another plate of beans
Breakfast, lunch, and dinner
They are not a winner
But they get me thru the winter

Bake or boiled
Till from the soil
Even soy, they make oil
Used them as a toy, when I was a boy

Hope this has bean a joy
No more beans for this old boy

Thank you and God Bless


sulekkha said...

It has indeed been a joy, I mean Bean a joy lol. Loved your poem.

Anonymous said...

*chuckle* So now is not a good time to mention that my beans have started to sprout in the garden today?! lol

Mari Sterling Wilbur said...

Excellent! Love your blog.
Regards, Mari

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