Green Beans Poems - Poems about Green Beans

Woman-owned green beans won't string you along, But if you're a man, it’s likely you're wrong. Woman-owned green beans, our virtues extole, Hand-picked from the bush, eschewing the pole. Woman-owned green beans for the man of the hour, We’d best make that two, they still need a shower. Woman-owned green beans are never on sale, ‘Cuz working for less is beyond the...

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Cook the green beans As you always do When ready drain the water Add a little oil then heat up For a minute can add garlic Crack and egg into the beans With a wooden spoon mix together Until egg is mixed all through Now serve with the meal This vegetable with egg can Be served with every meal....

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Mommie do I have to eat these green beans and broccoli? Mommie do I have to deplete these green beans and broccoli? Man, mama yo sure is...mean Makin' me eat them there broccoli and green-beans.......UGH!!! 8/20/19 Written words & arranged music by James Edward Lee Sr.2019©...

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Automaton green beans soon ruled the planet. Resistance was futile we were conditioned to think they were good for us. If only they had been brussels sprouts,...

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Green, crunchy, munchy, tasteful I always eat mine because I'm not wasteful they taste so good in a casserole but I like to eat mine in a bowl. Green Beans are so good if you have not tried them you really should they may blow your mind i think it is the best vegetable i ever did find....

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Always hated green beans on my plate The older I became Rage turned into Pure unadulterated hate Eat your green beans Grow up tall and strong ...

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There once was a lad who loved beans, But only the ones that were green. For breakfast, dinner and lunch, Even for snacks and brunch, All he wanted to eat were green beans. He planted a garden of his own, And green bean seeds were all that were sown. Row upon row of beans grew, Much more than a few, And he picked them...

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Snapping those green beans, hear them pop Hear my whimpering flop. Multiplying In the bucket,maybe could swap Beans for good coffee stop I am absconding In secret I'll go to Whistle Stop Hidden all from view shop Green beans done now slurping...

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The bucket of beans stares me down Duty calls accomplish this task No! Poetry comes first for me__frown "What about other jobs", he asks. When will I finish this load__care Today will slip away from here Out soon into land of dreams Make believe and fancy wild schemes Like the Lilies__ neither toil; spin None more magnificently clothed I will be just as...

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