Pinto Beans
(a tribute to the horse, of course)

I bought a Pinto named Beans--
he blew a hole in my jeans.
I never used a saddle
(leather would chafe my straddle).
I'm just a human bein'.

When brown Beans belched, threw a shoe.
It hit a guy sure to sue.
Where'd he hail? He had no clue.
Beans took off his high heels, flu.
What the heck?  Hooves ached, shoes new.

My Pinto, Beans, went astray,
returned, slunk the entire day.
Herd he swang with a donkey--
the songstress drunk on whiskey,
kicked his romp ... or so they say.

Beans stood oozin' gas to blast
everyone clear to the past.
Dinosaurs gobbled him up.
Acid gave Rex the he-cups--
blew Beans to the future, FAST!

A cross-dresser was poor Beans
(glad he couldn't wear my jeans).
Have his picture on my wall
all decked out--dress, heels and all.
Now the future's full of Beans!

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