Beans Beans

A can of beans for breakfast,
For lunch another can.
Two cans of beans for dinner –
I’m a baked bean-loving man.
They’re sometimes Happy Shopper
Though I tend to favour Heinz,
And I sometimes get unusual looks
In supermarket lines.
I rarely read the paper
Or pick up magazines –
I’d do so, though, if they contained
More articles on beans.
I like the world I live in,
And my baked bean-heavy life.
I’m happy now, since I divorced
My pasta-loving wife.
My stomach starts to turn at thoughts
Of penne or linguini –
I only cope with meals that are
Magnificently beany.