Beanie Weenies Poem by Robert Edgar Burns

A can of Beanie Weenies
Is a gas man's perfect snack.
It's o.k. to walk beside him,
But never walk behind his back.

An ice cold bottle of 7-UP
Needs a straw so you can slurp.
But in only a few seconds time,
I always have to burp.

I love my salt and pepper.
If you offer I will say 'please.'
Just stand away for a second or two,
For it's certain that I will sneeze.

I ate spoiled food for lunch today.
That is just my kind of luck.
But I won't say what happened next,
It's not polite to say upchuck!