I chased him across the yard
my Indian corn in his mouth
the thief!
I yelled I screamed...That's Iowa Indian corn!
drop it or else
well...he did...but I saw his partner in crime
got away with one.....
and there they were up the tree
yeeking at me.......
And when I came inside to tell my WH
he just pointed at the bag of unsalted peanuts
on the counter
"And who did you buy those for?" he asked
I hate him
sorry,
ReplyDeleteHope that he feels guilty and stop coming.
powerful poetry,
well put.
love the corn.
Iowa corn .... oh, how I love those cornfields and the stories they must hold!
ReplyDeleteUp to you ususal high standard Suz.
ReplyDeleteOh, that was too funny! Beautiful corn, I'd be mad, too. :)
ReplyDeleteHa!!!
ReplyDeletethat was a delight
peanuts and all