Magic Beans
I ate some beans and got real sick.
My brains felt like they were three feet thick.
Once it cleared and I felt better.
I knew right then that I would get her.
The remnants of the magic spell.
Delivered me from my own hell.
I quickly weighed another dose.
Decided last time was too close.
My aura shines with new found luck.
No longer is my psyche stuck.
She loves me every night and day.
It's for those beans that I now pray.
I ate some more and puked my guts.
At first, I thought I must be nuts.
But sure as heck, my dream came true.
I won the lottery when it was through.
So like a Genie in a magic lamp.
My third wish, I got a cramp.
But when I finally could relax.
I found I didn't even have to pay tax.
I gave them magic beans away.
So someone else can have their way.
But if I was them, first thing I'd ask.
Is to not get sick on every task.
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