Pork, all sleek with midnight fur,
Moves like a whisper, soft as a purr.
With eyes so sharp, he’s full of grace,
A silent ruler of his space.

Beans, on the other, bold and bright,
With a coat of orange, full of light.
He leaps and bounds with all his might,
A little storm of joy and spite.

Together they roam, through rooms and halls,
One creeping low, the other who calls.
They chase each other through the day,
A funny duo, in every way.

Pork’s the thinker, wise and neat,
Beans is the jester, quick on his feet.
Yet when the sun sets, side by side,
They’ll nap together, no need to hide.

For no matter the difference in their ways,
They share a bond that forever stays—
Pork and Beans, a pair so true,
One black, one orange, with hearts of hue.