There once was a lady of means, <br />she was thrown out of New Orleans. <br />Had no money nor skills <br />and a need for green pills <br />she would eat only Mexican beans. <br /> <br />You may know that the bowel gets loose <br />from much roughage and Alamo Booze. <br />But feed beans and watch out <br />for the skunk-flavoured cloud <br />and the lady lived in a caboose. <br /> <br />She was cold and her windows stayed shut. <br />There was gas coming out of her butt. <br />Then she lit a cigar <br />while she sat in the bar <br />it had all been a fault in her gut.<br /><br />Herbert Nehrlich<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/beans-3/
