Beans

Beans and weevils,

Hardened devils.

Storms in my gut,

Escaping through my butt…

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Beans and willowy loaves

Ewa agoyin stirring on the stove

Dainty plantain, ripe and supple

Carved to a fault

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Serenade me with beans.

Not green peas or baked beans

But ewa alata steamy and fresh

Mama add more stew make i no vex…

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Serenade me with beans

Mulled with bread or bite sized plantain

Sing to me of ewa agoyin

Till my composure I can no longer maintain

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Tell me a story of ewa alata

Dancing a pool of fried stew

A misty narrative of bean pods

Till my defenses are broken and I have no clue

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Show me the hidden mysteries of beans

For beans is queen of the food chain

Unveil her royal mien

Take me to the secret places of her abode …

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The traveler has to eat too na. This is for all the lovers of beans (coffee lovers excluded) out there!!!

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