When She 'Spilled Her Beans'

When she ‘spilled her beans’
All over the floor
In absolute horror
She headed for the door

Suddenly she stopped
At the sound of a sweet voice
Recollected her thoughts
And made a different choice

This lovely lady
Knew not what she had achieved
Each colourful bean
Represented what Elizabeth believed

Now these were scattered
In every direction
So she plaintively cried
‘My life is far from perfection’

...To this the dear lady
Calmly replied
‘Oh how I love our debates
On this stimulation I rely’

Rules are to be broken
They both agreed
And because this earth
Is full of sadness and greed

What’s now scattered
Will become THE NEW SEED
Colourful and vibrant
To comfort many in need

Written 28th July,2007

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