I've lentils on my cupboard shelf,
They've been there past a year.
I think that my vegetarian son,
Coerced them while he was here.
Each day when I see them lying still,
In a prison without bail.
I think they must wait his return,
Or jump in a box, in the mail.
But perhaps the fate of those tiny legumes,
Is not so forlorn and forsaken.
I'll Google the possible use of a pan,
And those lentils enhanced with some bacon.
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