For Poet Destroyer's Magic Beans contest
The old shop was dilapidated; The entry sign was faded gray. "Magic Beans", the old gypsy stated. I was feeling gullible that day. "What do these magic beans do?" No instructions were included. "They do what you need them to do." A few dollars less, transaction concluded. I walked home with my magic beans, And left them forgotten in a drawer. Nothing changed, of so it seems. What ever did I buy them for? Assuming the magic must be broken, I soaked my beans, gave them a rinse. Cooked them, spiced, served with bacon; And forever after haven't farted since. Mark Halliday 20150105
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