National Poetry Month

Here's another my grandpa used to recite that'll probably have real poets spinning in their graves:

Beans, beans the musical fruit
The more you eat, the more you toot
The more you toot, the better you'll feel,
So eat some beans at every meal.


And stories I've written that reference poems (ratings, summaries, and some such are at the top of the links):
My Hero
Rating: PG
Teaser: Spike lay stretched out on a stone slab, which wouldn't have been too bad if his arms and legs weren't being pulled out so tightly. He'd actually slept in crypts that were more uncomfortable although he usually wasn't bound hand and foot, at least not against his will, shirtless, and cold. He looked around, as if for help, but all he could see were the silhouettes of large rocks, about thirty feet out, encircling him in the mist.
Poem: Snippet I wrote based on Joseph Campbell's comments on Tristan and Isolde.

Waft Cocoa, Hazelnut, Cinnamon, Scents Around Me
Rating:PG-13
Teaser: As Spike stalked off in a swirl of leather coat, Lindsey started at his wake. Nobody comes here for pleasure, he mused. His breath hitched as he realized what Spike must have meant.
Poems: Spike's poem I read in Robert Hass' Now and Then. I believe it's by a Confucian poet, Yi I, but I could be mistaken. Lindsey's poem is from “How Will You Kiss” by Judith Pordon.

How My Love's Song Gently Cries, Part 6
Rating: PG-13
Teaser: A trick of the glass showed him three Willows. The first was a much younger Willow, younger even than when he'd first taken her, with hair longer and redder then he remembered. The Willow who had comforted him in the factory was pounding against the glass, begging for his help and, looking at her, he realized that's when he'd fallen for her. Still believing he could win Drusilla back, he hadn't let himself know what his true feelings were. That didn't come until later, after he'd taken her. His gaze shifted over to the second Willow, the one he'd kept at the hotel, and she was shifting, changing as she'd changed over time: her hair becoming darker and longer as she withdrew into herself becoming the woman he'd handed back to Angel. Shifting his eyes over once more, her hair had become the darkest of the three, shorter even than when he'd first taken her, but her face was obscured by the reflection of the glass she held up to her lips. “Who are you?” he whispered, not really knowing what he meant by that, but Willow heard him and turned. Ice clinked in her glass, bourbon from the scent of it.
Poem: Written by me based on “I Loved You and Lost You” from Cordwainer Smith's most excellent story, The Dead Lady of Clown Town.

A Sneak Peek at an Old Habit
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Everyone knows the boys recite poetry to each other
Poems: First poem fragments are from “My Love Reveals Objects” by Isabel Fraire. The second set of fragments are from “How Will You Kiss?” by Judith Pordon. Lines of the third poem are from “Touch” by Octavio Paz

The Scattering of Cherry Blossoms
Rating: PG
Teaser: I sat down and rested my head against his. A long, uncomfortable, at least on my part, silence settled over us while I questioned my decision. Spike broke the silence by saying, “I’m sorry there are no flowers. If I’d realized we were going to end up here, I’d have had flowers and candles set up for you.” I felt empty. This was the first time I hadn’t had an altar up since... I’d lost Xander, lost my family and friends, and had just given up Angel. I put on a fake smile and said, “We can get anything we need, tomorrow. Tonight I just want to be here, with you.” Spike gave me a tight hug and we drifted back into silence.
Poem: The poem Willow references is Yeats'”The Second Coming.”