I use to love my baked beans
and gobbled them with glee
until a nutter in a white coat
modified genetically
he gave the pod a fluffy goat
and large doleful eyes
they made each pod bigger
about small dog size
if you touch the pod
you can hear it purr
or it will give a bark
if that's what you prefer
it cries when it gets too wet
and shouts when too dry
and shakes with joy and merriment
when fertilizer you apply
when it comes to harvest time
and the bean is mature
you have to cut them quickly
or their curses you'll endure
I've baked beans in the cupboard
and I know it's just a dream
I still shake before I open them
to check if there's a scream
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