The Curse Of The Wind. The curse of the wind, The Baked Beans were tinned. It just had to go, So I let it blow. My apologies to all, For having a ball. Beans are natures gift, They work exceedingly swift. So if I should smell, Or am as loud as a bell. It is not my fault, Too many beans and not enough salt. I do not have to run, Although I am as loud as a gun. And if I have sinned, It was The Curse Of The Wind. Bernard Shaw. Peace in every sense of the word. Bern http://members.teleweb.at/bernard.shaw/poetry.html [log in to unmask]