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.