POEM: Corn Porn

Awe shucks
Are you ripe for the picking
Or just glad to see me
She cried out
All ready
Enough!
To make the maters blush

OK, here’s an overwhelmingly fresh, corny, summer poem, in honor of my recent trip to relatives in the great state of Iowa.  Pretty much speaks for itself.  You are welcome to take it any way you like it…

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