(Note: I wrote this in haiku form; go me!)
I did not plan to
These were not my intentions
It was a mistake
She told me to watch
They would be cooked in fifteen
Attentive, yes, Mom
Never again, I thought
They will not burn again, no.
Inevitable.
Truth came before me
I had forgotten once more
Beans resonate woe
Contempt, despair, mess
Yet I look forward to it
Yes, to burning them
It sounds really bad
But seeing her mad is nice
As is the smell too
They are like that thing
The one that you should not like
Even so, you do
Cigarettes are beans
I cherish the scent of both--
For the memories
Forbidden fragrance
If she knew she’d be upset
It’s our secret now.
go you!
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