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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required A memory is found in the back of my mind That I thought was stored away It's creeping back in, without my approval Oh why would it treat me this way I keep thinking about that bean juice But it's not what you people may think Get your minds out of that smelly gutter For it has nothing to do with the stink See, we were singing at this fundraiser Kind of an all you can eat buffet What happened next was a nightmare And I keep trying to forget that day As I went down the line, with plate in hand The soup beans were all I could see Since my mother died, the beans were scarce For my wife wouldn't make them for me My plate was full, as my heart leapt with joy From this promising prize that I'd found I know what you're thinking so stop it! It has nothing to do with that sound The place that I'd chosen to sample this treat Was packed like a can of sardines But I was in a hurry to find my seat So I could get to those wonderful beans At the front of the table sit a famous guest A popular radio D J Though try as I might the path was too tight As my bean juice had found his toupee Now with beans in my plate and egg on my face I had only myself to blame For three beans with juice sat on top of his head As my wife hid her poor face in shame I mean what could I say to comfort this man As my meal sat on top of his head So I just bit my tongue and walked away And hoped he didn't notice instead Well my guilt would get the best of me As I approached him later that day I reach for his hand, and say I'm sorry my friend For I've spilled bean juice on top your toupee Well, the man wasn't happy to say the least And I really can't blame him at all For I'm stuck in this slow motion memory As I watching that bean juice fall Well, that's my story and all of it's true Maybe one day that memory will pass See, I told you this story was not what you thought For it had nothing to do with gas
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