The more you eat.
The more you toot.
I've been told, they're not like fruit.
Only beans man...
I mean beans only..
Magic beans.
Boston baked.Bush's brown.
Navy white.Kidney red..
Lots of chile peppers.
Just before bed..
Magic beans.
The more you eat.
The more you want..
The more you want..
The more you want to let go..
Of that not so pleasant air..
So, the more you eat..
The more you toot.
I've been told, they're not like fruit..
Humorous Poetry By Kim Robin Edwards
Copyright 2005,2009..
ALL rights reserved..
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem