Too many kernals and not enough corn.
I do wish my ears worked, sometimes, like yorn.
My hair has been silky afore I was borne.
My ears are eyes ... what a surprise;
beware of stalks just bearing lies.
Please quinch my thirst, I live in the sun.
Truly, I'm roasting while others have fun.
When I am buttered, burn.
Sometimes shucked ... life's done.
Nibble my ears, excitement gears
juices, lotions, into my ears!
I like hanging 'round the farm. The scarecrow
dances, totters, teases when the wind blows.
I'm outside when it rains; never seen snow.
The crows caw me horrid stories
about other fields, ears stripped, gory.
I love being cocooned in my husk.
It keeps out the dust and worms. I trust
my knight in shining armor to save ears, us.
A piglet comes snorting, I wig.
It's not my due to dance this gig.
Where is my Colonel, high flyer with MIG?
I won't be fodder for fattening pigs!
Come, hold me closer. Do you prefer fig?
Nibble, leer, as you hold me dear;
I'm all ears!
A humorous look at the world and life through my eyes.
Follow the author and his wife, as they travel the world …. several times over.
Laugh at their funny stories, self-inflicted crazy events, strange observations, wacky zoo facts and snippets
Deputy Dave Jenkins sets out to find the murderer of the local high school principal, aided by a voice from the grave that is sometimes helpful and sometimes misleading.
"Murder isn't usually this funny."
Amazon reviewer
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Almost post the wrong responce to it
until I read further, I love your poetic metaphors
Love & peace be with you
William
this is a great piece...
John
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