On the Way Home…

I met a man called the Bean monster,

His skin was a sloppy red,

And his teeth were like baby beans,

His hair was so long,

That grime never hesitated to take a look around,

Or too settle themselves in.

I met a girl named Bean Waterfall,

Her hair swished like mixing coffee with milk,

And beans acted like sugar for the drink,

Her skin was drizzled with tomato sauce,

She flowed were ever she wished,

And her fellow friends sometimes even bathed in her.

I met a boy tagged Bean Boy,

Every day he played around with beans,

His legs were long and careless,

His eyes were a deep vermilion,

And his skin was a soft velvet coat

That he only wore at winter.

I met Chuckle Man,

The one nemesis of Beans,

His laugh loured innocent things to his home,

Only to feed on them at dawn ,

Many feared him, 

Many dodged him,

But his unlucky victims only found themselves in his stomach.

I met a woman labelled Greed,

Every Wednesday she arrived at bean village,

Her possessiveness for food led her to only get,

More stout by the week,

She never stopped, Beans were getting hungry,

Beans were getting scared.

I met a man titled Gentlemen,

His tender words travelled to ears with a soft breeze,

He wore a smart suit,

and all beans loved him for his kindness,

When beans needed help,

He was the man to call,

When beans were angry,

He soothed them.

I met a woman entitled Bean City,

All the lean beans wore jeans,

And teen beans watched a screen,

The Queen bean loved to preen,

And the king bean was keen to always set a scene.

By Filia (last verse inspired by Max)