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.
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