Nibble My Ears

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!

copyright 2002 Sandra S. Corona