Friday, May 14, 2010

Ode to Old Green Beans

I have loved thee long, green beans, though not well,
Since thy days in darkness I have squandered,
Seeking other, fresher goods from the dell,
While thou, waiting, hoping, my love pondered.

Long hast thou lived in the stank repose of death:
Thou hast seen holidays and merriment
Beyond the fleeting dreams of life’s stale breath,
More than legumes before you ere they went!

But today the dirge is finally sung,
Thy plastic coffin I joylessly rend:
It looks as though thou wilt again be young
In the fungal afterlife without end.

Green beans, string beans, I will remember you

Until trash be taken, whilst your smell I rue.

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