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Before grandma went to sleep
and snored softly as a baby sheep,
I had a grand wish to become a prince
and marry in a castle a beautiful princess,
but to make it come true
I need some magic beans to make my idea dash, 
and accomplish that foolish thing; 
then a sudden thought too brash 
made me do something 
a good child wouldn't do:
I took those red and green magic beans that
she always kept in her neat dress chest!
When I tried to open it noiselessly, 
I realized that I needed a key,
so as a slick thief, I looked for it....
and searching her leather purse, I found it:
there they were giving off a powerful shine
tempting me with their powerful allure;       
and with avid hands short of divine,
I snatched them from that stylish couture!
As I looked back, grandma shouted,
" Hold it, hold it...little scoundrel! I heard
your light footsteps approaching my bed 
and saw your quick fingers fumbling my purse! "
" You thought I was sleeping...didn't you? "
And ready to strike me with a pillow she continued,
" Magic beans are not made for children who 
want more than they wish for..they could be a curse! "
 

Entered in Poet Destroyer's contest,
" Magic beans "
written by Andrew Crisci
on January 17, 2015

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