The children of the corn Now considered elderly They sit around complaining Things aren’t how they used to be No one comes to visit Their scythes have all gone dull Eating pudding in their wheelchairs No young tourists left to cull #wildwalkprompt #corn #poetry
🥔🥔🥔 Or should that be 🌽🌽🌽? Either way great writing!
Thank you my friend. I accept the potatoes but question the 3 corn😂
Well... Potatoes don't grow on trees you know... ... (Not that corn does either.... I was going to say potatoes don't grow in fields, but then remembered they did 😅... perhaps I should go to bed...)
Nothing scary has ever happened in a potato field though. Well, not that I know of…
You can't hide in a potato..... Unless you're a worm... But they prefer apples Or so I've heard...
But you can mash a potato Unless you’re a worm… They have no hands Now it’s your turn
Potatoes don't have hands either.... Unless you leave them out in the sun too long And then they sprout..... Oh wait that's eyes..... 🤦♂️
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Love the poem!!!🤣🤣
Thank you. First thing that came to mind with corn😂
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