My aunt and uncle's mailing address
Was in Auburn, Wyoming
But they actually lived just across
The border in Idaho.
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I also like to butter my corn by rolling it in buttered bread. It's more efficient. I never eat corn on the cob without butter and salt. Memories of childhood make great poems like this one. Thanks.
We do so many things in childhood on the sly and think that is great. Later in life, we sit back and laugh over such pranks. I am not sure if we are any wiser when we grow old. But life is like that. Loved your poem.
i liked the comments. i also especially enjoyed: From joyous pigs an hour before, We now were feeling blue. yes, sir, 'sweet corn' on the cob. if 'sweet' enough, there is no need for butter! i rarely use it and never salt; too much trouble! and it slows me down. i want to commence eating ASAP! a great memory and poem! for the showcase for sure, if you permit me. let me know. OK? ? i always enjoy 'good' rhyming, as you have in much of the poem, BUT i also enjoy the lack of rhyming at the end. sometimes it makes me pay more attention (perhaps) to what is being said! to MyPoemList. bri :)