Herbert Nehrlich - Beans

There once was a lady of means,
she was thrown out of New Orleans.
Had no money nor skills
and a need for green pills
she would eat only Mexican beans.

You may know that the bowel gets loose
from much roughage and Alamo Booze.
But feed beans and watch out
for the skunk-flavoured cloud
and the lady lived in a caboose.

She was cold and her windows stayed shut.
There was gas coming out of her butt.
Then she lit a cigar
while she sat in the bar
it had all been a fault in her gut.

Herbert Nehrlich

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