The Beans Story

I returned from school, very hungry indeed

So hungry, I ran to the kitchen, high speed

My twin was cooking some beans with zeal

I asked, “I want some, please”, I plead

He refused, this boy, he won’t accede

I asked, ‘how much’, he saw my need

He said: ‘your books, your knowledge and grades in school’

I replied, “fine, take it”, this beans smells good

Content and satisfied, some gas I shoot

Later, I wondered, where are my books

I searched, he said, my books he took

My grades and knowledge was also his

Got pissed and offered to refund the beans

He refused, so I planned to burn his jeans

Then later, I’d stealthily push him in the latrine

But our blind father, he heard, his advice I took

Then he promised, later, he’d give me some books

At school, awards night, Jacob’s name was mentioned

Why?! I fumed, I’m always the first

The teacher, he said, “you’re now the last”

“Your grades and knowledge, to Jacob, you passed”

Ah, because of beans, I’m now outclassed

Home I went, on the way, more gas

I arrived; there was Jacob, dressed in sheepskin

I wondered at first, but I ignored

To our father I went and reminded him of the promise

Confused, he asked : weren’t you here a minute ago?

“I’m blind but I felt you, you are hairy, that I know”

Then it hit me, Jacob, the sheepskin he wore

In anger I screamed, “this one ‘di33’ I bore”

My gun I took and prepped it for action

I loaded and cocked it, a loud noise was heard

Then, our mother shouted:

“Esau, get an antacid”