Beans And Means Poem by John Sensele

Pots and pans
Spoons and forks
Colanders and corks
Thrive in kitchen spans

Where meals we cook
At tables meals we share
Alongside a dose of care
On one another we hook

As a little prayer we say
To thank ladies who toil
To gather ingredients including the cooking oil
That fries sausages in pots sometimes made of clay

Gathered near flowing rivers
Where we sometimes swim
In the absence of the swimming pool whim
We entertain without shivers

Until hot chillies tease our taste buds
Catalyzing digestion of carbohydrates
We chew to break down concentrates
We extract from tasty spuds

We sometimes swap for rice
Accompanied by a bowl of brown beans
We scoop from titillating tins
Secured from a neighbourhood stall at a church price.