Beans

I've been posting a few poems by my mother over the last few days. Lest people get the impression my father was not equally talented I have decided to post one of his poems. I'm not sure it is original. I do remember him repeating the poem in a dramatic fashion often throughout my childhood however. Ahem:

Beans I love and beans I crave,

And beans I'll carry to my grave.

And on my tombstone shall be wrote,

Many beans passed down his throat.

Perhaps it was a betrayal of his wishes, but we, his family did NOT put that poem on his tombstone. We did add a little statue of a morel mushroom though. He really, really liked morels.