Colour
Black beans, white beans took to law
disputing what they clearly saw,
their right to be regarded, seen
superior, the better bean.
The law was clear and neither bean
came out with credit, squeaky-clean
but this was still a running sore
so, black beans, white beans went to war.
Fierce the battle raged and long,
centuries, the same old song,
beans are better in my skin;
your beans need some discipline.
Not all beans though thought this way;
thinking beans had more to say,
long discussions held at length
about each other's failings, strengths.
To firm conclusions, gladly came;
black beans, white beans we're the same,
let's be a little gourmandise,
and rub along like chips with peas.
Very nice
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Yes! Just a big ol’ bean salad. Nicely done!
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Thank you!
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