Silver Man

I cracked a can of silver man
to see what was therein
to my surprise my tired eyes
beheld an empty tin

well not quite empty I perceived
it wasn’t fully bare
under all of the nothingness
a man bean sat right there

and so into my garden
my trowel dug the scene
there among the flowerbeds
I set the magic bean

I tended it with loving care
and watered it to plan
lo and behold at dawn today
there grew a silver man