• buh [she/her]
    ·
    3 months ago

    There will come soft beanis and the smell of the ground,
    And swallows circling with their shimmering sound;

    And frogs in the pools singing at night,
    And wild beanis-trees in tremulous white;

    Robins will wear their feathery fire
    Whistling their whims on a low fence-wire;

    And not one will know of the war, not one
    Will care at last when it is done.

    Not one would mind, neither beanis nor tree
    If mankind perished utterly;

    And Spring herself, when she woke at dawn,
    Would scarcely know that we were gone.

  • Wertheimer [any]
    ·
    3 months ago
    The time has come,' the Beanis said,
          To talk of many things:
    Of shoes — and ships — and sealing-wax —
          Of cabbages — and kings —
    And why the sea is boiling hot —
          And whether pigs have wings.'
    
    
  • HexbearGPT [comrade/them]
    ·
    3 months ago

    Oompa, Loompa, doompa-dee-do

    I've got a berfect beanis for you

    Oompa, Loompa, doompa-dee-dee

    hexbear always gives out the beanis for free

    What do you get when you guzzle down beanis?

    Eating as much as an elephant eanis

    when you insist beanis isn't any good

    when you don't share beanis with your neighborhood

    I don't like the look of it

    Oompa, Loompa, doom-pa-dee-da

    If you don't have brainworms, you will go far

    You will live in beanis too

    Like the Oompa, Loompa, doompa-dee-do

    Doompa-dee-do