“My dear, I get my beans
from a nice little man in Nicaragua.”
Ah, Nicaragua, once the land of the jaguar!
Lady, know what a drag you are?
In land next to lakes in Kenya
the water-table gets teenier,
the people there has-beans too,
left high and dry. For you.
Asparagus grown in Peru,
with profits going to only a few,
gets taken air-miles or overseas.
So why don’t you make do with sprue?
Back here, the processing of peas
is moved across to mainland Europe.
Yorkshire farmers are on their knees:
your bag of frozen spells no hope.