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Butters Drippin From My Elbows

Butters Drippin’ From My Ears Summer’s mostly over I’ve not once mentioned Iowa corn. It’s the symbol of the state In which this rhymer’s born. There are other places That grows passable “sweet” corn. I’ve eaten several others But my druthers always torn. In dead of winters dreary days And it’s all the markets got That “shipped in” product May pacify the corn longing spot. But when Iowa summer’s here Weathers so hot & steamy. There’s nothing like fresh corn With melted butter. . . so creamy. I’ve always thought eatin’ corn Was the most sensible fashion reason Hot butter drippin’ off my elbow Makes short sleeves so now in season We start dreaming of its coming As soon as local gardening starts Sweet corn & vine ripe tomatoes Are close to this old couples hearts. There are various spots to buy it Lots of small, road side venders. There are local “farmers markets” Even “organic” stores for heavy spenders. But my wife has a favorite seller So weeks early we start spying. To find that special farm fell'er Many years his ears has been buying. When she says, going out the door ”I’m going to see the little man” I know I’m in for a real corn treat. She’ll soon return with ears in hand. It’s always cool and fresh picked The husks are tight, the color bright. The ears are chuck full of kernels And almost never a bug in sight. We get them all shucked The waters now boiling But the season is short Soon there will be no more toiling. We close out the season Cut a few ears for the freezer. Soon we’ll be saying “Good-by” To this special taste “pleaser”. Written by oldbuck after another wonderful home cooked meal that included “Iowa” corn on the cob.

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Date: 10/8/2015 6:00:00 PM
I'm a corn lover too, but I'm not privy to the local Iowa varieties until they show up at the store. I do look forward to the season, and like you, my elbows drip with butter. Nice write!
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Date: 1/5/2017 7:10:00 PM
Dan: I apologize for not responding to your comment sooner. I don't think I received notice of it. . . . . but at any rate, Thank you and I'm glad you found some enjoyment in my work. oldbuck
Date: 9/8/2015 6:20:00 PM
My favorite line: "She'll soon return with ears in hand." Clever!
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Date: 9/8/2015 6:17:00 PM
You don't need much detail..you are a total tweaker! Ha! Looks good to me!
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Date: 9/7/2015 9:11:00 PM
Our County Fair is always Labor Day & the Corn-on-the-Cob is straight out of our fields. I was hungry for this little ditty from the start. I should've had my dinner first! THIS WAS FUN! TWEAKS: (if your interested, in suggestions), 5th verse, 2nd line, Get rid of first word "It" just not needed, redundant since It is the same as CORN at the end of previous verse. So just do: I've always thought eaten corn, WAS the sensible fashion AND reason (you can add "and" now since your syllable count remains the same w/o IT). Verse 8, WEEKS could end the first line and be clearer (especially easy tweak since you rhyme every other line). Then next line could read: "AND early on we start spying" Write out "&". My best assist! Edlynn
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Date: 9/8/2015 5:33:00 PM
Edlynn: Thanks for your heads up. I'm not much for details like that but made a couple changes that may help. oldbuck
Date: 9/1/2015 7:01:00 PM
G'day Old Buck... yep, nothing better than a corn cob smothered in butter; steamed, grilled, and even raw - thank you Old Buck - Lindsay
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Date: 9/1/2015 7:18:00 PM
Lindsay: My wife has found the micro wave does a quick job of bringing the corn up to "steam". :o) A couple ears on my plate, along side some vine ripened tomatoes covered in cottage cheese. Oh my. the season is too short. I'm glad you enjoyed those images. oldbuck