Vegetales Five

corn grew up on the cob
got gnawed off by the gob
In a shack
way out back
cob had a job wiping glob

corn got thrown in the can
cob got tossed by the man
then big fat hogs
gobbled cob logs
and turned ‘em into ham   

What the? Wadda ya know.
The labels now read GMO
corn and beans,
and in betweens
all mutate more than they grow
Copyright © | Year Posted 2016

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Hoffman Avatar
November 13, 2016 at 9:25 PM
The word mutate is now stuck in my head; are we all going to become GMO monsters sorta like the walking dead?!? Love the wit, because there is GMO truth in it!:)
Flats Avatar
November 14, 2016 at 9:42 AM
just mutate, tis our fate ;-)
Bauer Avatar
November 13, 2016 at 3:24 PM
love your humor, john! very cleverly done...
Flats Avatar
November 13, 2016 at 7:25 PM
Thanks ilene! we b silly whenever we can;-)
Smith Avatar
November 13, 2016 at 12:46 PM
have fun down on the farm...in the corncrib swinging my arm...slipped and fell...yelled like hell...blood oozing more than my ego was harmed
Flats Avatar
November 13, 2016 at 7:25 PM
be careful!!!
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