The letter b bellows between
the words beans and ballot.
Can you think of anything else
that possibly ties the two terms?
My heart oozes happy, hale & hearty wishes
for divine , delightful & palatable beans.
For positive beans are not just beautiful,
they hold a distinctive, delicious & dietary value.
Now and then l discern time-saving beans
in cute cans, not in disorderly, dull, dirty bins.
I mean those that come fully cooked and set,
lovely & lip-smacking flavors , you reheat & eat.
I hear most beans cook in forty-five minutes;
dynamic, dried beans will cook in about 15 minutes.
Of course, all this depends on the variety,
& that’s ok until they run into a revulsion.
Yes, have you heard of raw, rough & rude beans
that take an eternity, a lifetime to cook or soften?
Hunger taking a toll on you, you try to soak
or bring them to boil, but they don’t roll or season .
In tears and want, you start counting the years:
forty-one, forty-two, forty-three…hell, give us a break!
Isn’t it a waste of time and tears to seek to stock up
hellish hunger in one’s pantry for forty-three years?
If you cannot cook them, how can you claim
that those inflexible seeds are edible and valuable?
Won’t you discard them into distant dustbins
as the ballot’s decay, delusions, deficits and deceits?
