In Middle-earth’s realm, where tales unfold,
Gordon Ramsay, bold and brash, strolled.
To Gollum’s dark cave, he ventured, keen,
Seeking a meal, not raw fish, but beans, pristine.
But Gollum, his eyes gleaming, offered his fare,
Slippery fish, the stench filling the air.
Yet Ramsay’s demand remained, unwavering, it seems,
“I want beans, not this rubbish,” he yelled and he screamed.
In the Shire’s golden meadows, where sunbeams dance,
Tom Bombadil’s song of beans, a joyful romance.
With merry laughter, he sings of their delight,
Their tender skins, their flavors, both day and night.
From pinto to navy, kidney to black,
Beans, his true love, a hearty snack.
In Tom’s jolly heart, their magic is seen,
For nothing quite matches his love for beans.
“I was there when the beans happened”