"Spill the beans!" they demanded of me urgently.
I had no beans to spill actually, couldn't they see?
I just know how to cook & eat beans tastefully.
I had wandered across the border unintentionally;
But, the adamant police just didn't believe this refugee...
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I had no beans to spill actually, couldn't they see?
I just know how to cook & eat beans tastefully.
I had wandered across the border unintentionally;
But, the adamant police just didn't believe this refugee...
44-words poem
Linking with-
dVerse Quadrille11
Suspicions are hard to handle... maybe we need to trust a little bit more.
ReplyDeleteClever, clever take! Love this.
ReplyDeleteIf you are a refugee, everyone is so suspicious ~ Enjoyed the short story Ania ~
ReplyDeleteA poem about beans! Ha, this made me... oh, excuse me! A playful romp here, Anita!
ReplyDeleteLoved the story behind this!
ReplyDeleteAha, very thoughtful and nicely weaved!
ReplyDeleteClever writing here.
ReplyDeleteYou've shown your empathy brilliantly.
ReplyDeleteNot sure whether to laugh or cry at this one. (Perhaps I'll just applaud.)
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