Spilled Beans
Who's Spilling the Beans
'Twas our little secret
No one was to know, awk
Every one on the street
Now they all are talking
Talking bout you and me
Nasty sole he, she, told
Who's spilling the beans
We know one of you
Again now, once more spilled
Who's spilling the beans
We want this to stop, NOW
Secrets ours, OURS ALONE!
Who's spilling the beans
One more time better not
I'll tell y'all's mother
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- Photo and Poem Copyright ©️ jimmiehov 2025 All Rights Reserved
- I am linked at dVerse with directions to write an Ubi Sunt poem; Laura is today's host of our "Meeting the Bar Tursday, https://dversepoets.com/ (dated August 21, 2025)
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posted by Jim @ 8/21/2025 06:17:00 PM
5 comments
5 Comments:
Brings me back to the neighborhood we lived in after my folks divorced. Full of children in the streets. You just don't see that anymore.
Ah yes Jim. Those beans we thought so precious
Confess. It was me.
https://jimmiehov.blogspot.com/2013/02/our-old-hat-two-shoes-tuesday-23second.html
HA! great poem.
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