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Free verse is my favorite form and so I say to you, "Garbanzo"
Your cheese obsession worries me, perhaps it is that time of year
She sneered, "You silly boy, garbanzo is a bean. Now I know you are bourgeouis."
Bean as in bean soup?
"No," she shot back, "bean as in beanie" How Warhol, I thought
I prefer berets myself, they sit nicely on my latin locks
But apple butter also rings my chimes.
And yet it looks so silly, dripping down my noble brow
I suppose it must be my fate
| Contributors: | Francine, Nym, Karin. |
| Poem finished: | 19th July 2003. |