Delicious to Eat



My corn is ripe.
In fact, it is my wife’s corn.
It is ripe and delicious to eat.


We didn’t plan to become farmers
We are city folk with city children
Who thought Barney poo’ed cornflakes
And corns are planted under mattresses.

High rents and traffic jams
 Scared us off into paradise:
We landed in Kokrobite 
With  little to do.

So… my wife planted corn
And I watched it grow
The children called it play ground
And welcomed the young sprouts 
With kicks and stampedes

But some survived as some always do.

Now our corn is ripe and delicious to taste.

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