Magical Writing Beans

Momma soaked my magic beans Then tossed them in a pot to steam They lost their skin Now I can’t spin A tale that’s worthy of esteem Those beans I traded for a duck Coming with them writer's luck Oh, woe is me Could she not see Those beans could earn me many bucks “Come Eat!” She hollered up the stairs So down I came and with horror stared There were no beans For so it seems She had traded them for a duck, prepared A whistle near the window sash Made me jump and to it dash The trader beamed Eating those beans Winked, and disappeared in a magic flash ©Debra Squyres Just for fun !! Not an entry in the Member Contest being sponsored.