Summer Picnic
I ate some beans at a picnic, the magical tactical fruit.
It bubbled between my hips and jumped out as a toot.
Original recipe is what was printed there on the can.
There was no warning label, now me loo no longer stands.
Pork and beans and the guarded secret of bush.
Neither one are user friendly, and both are quite hard on the tush.
Maple cured bacon, garlic and onion to name a few.
Eat them with some beer, that will make a nasty brew.
Beware of the summer picnic with franks up on the grill.
The dreaded beanie weenie, will surely give a thrill.
Enjoy the great outdoors, the sunshine and all of the *****.
Don’t forget the beno or you’ll end up smelling like a skunk.
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