From geezers down to pimply teens <br />a few do fancy proper beans. <br />Though education is much needed <br />authorities have just conceded <br />that climate change reversed its course <br />it's getting colder, well, my horse <br />and I, we have the proper means <br />to do our part by eating beans. <br />Each bean is one small piece of art, <br />each bean creates at least one fart. <br />Together, all the farts will rise <br />up to the Gods (inside the skies) , <br />there, once received, they are compressed <br />inside huge cylinders, then blessed. <br />You see, ye Gods prefer aromas <br />that don't put butterflies in comas, <br />thus all the gas gets sent to earth <br />where valves then open, giving birth <br />to carbon in its gaseous state <br />which smells a bit, but, (ask my mate) , <br />makes plants grow big and juicy leaves, <br />and, in the night, like silent thieves, <br />they warm the earth and all its creatures, <br />so listen not to biased teachers <br />or experts who have floppy ears <br />(if British they drink heated beers) , <br />all change does not depend on smarts <br />in case of climate, it's the farts.<br /><br />Herbert Nehrlich<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/climate-change-the-truth/
