corn cob pipe cowboy
showing us huge joy
honest without being coy
not one to provoke or annoy
feeding him Hawaiian poi
eating beans with extra soy
loving him, my big handsome boy
corn cob pipe cowboy full of joy
cobweb faerie with your moonlit hair
your stain glassed wings make white seem bare
as delicate a faerie as we have ever seen
to the moon light eve you bring a gorgeous sheen
He bought a steel building
Someone told him to use
Ancient technology to create
A pro founded dwelling
He bought. the building
he decided a rammed earth center
wall would complete the design
Where the garage door is a cobbled
Wall would installate us that in most
Wintered seasons we are due the
Coldness that winter owed
He drilled holes
And installed rebar
And use cobb to create thick walls
Interioral to buffer the coldest season
The Ancients, the Ancients he
Taught and preached to benifet the
Extremes of the seasons
Both ancient and modern
Cause it ain't she-it and my darn
There is chill to ward-way
To winters cold to spay
Might we benifet for natures negagence
And the thermal mass to ease
and not make task
Oh the Ancients he spoke
to be taken serious and be a joke
that man and family should prosper
And benifet not to chore ah-rah-la-ah
The Ancients both modern and sound
Techs broad and ah bound
Cheapest to material these mortals sound
Oh the Ancients!
Bob Cob, from Cob Knob, liked to hobnob, as an odd job.
Rob Knob, also from Cob Knob, liked to knob bob, on Bob's cob!
But, Bob Cob, on an odd job, got his cob bob, from Bob Blob.
So, Rob Knob, mad at Bob Cob, gave his knob bob, to Bob's cob!
Gold externals
of kernels sweet
corn culls butter.
In Corn Hollow, Ohio, where the tall corn grows
There is a giant corn cob, that everyone local knows.
It was fabricated and created by Mrs. Me Ma Mose.
Back in the day – it has been featured in many shows.
Newcomers to town sometimes try to step on toes.
Saying it should be replaced, but at night it glows.
Neon yellow, as designed by our friend MeMaMose.
We ignore their suggestion, for it kind of blows.
Elegant is the white swan
Joined for life swimming along
When cobs and pens breed again
Then cygnets swim with them
Date: 1/21/2020
Contest: When and Then
Sponsor: Jenish Somadas
On retirement day they said
from tomorrow you're free man.
I's happy to imagine
being free; Yes, I've dreamed and had lot of plan.
In a short time became bored,
asked friends to search job for me ,
none responded back till date,
Thinking to get a job what must be the key.
Wife said never try for work
elsewhere, many works to do
at home. But by this time, I
became a slob; nothing I can do, I knew.
Work is timely taking out
and ensure feeding the cob.
Yes, don't like, but can't avoid
It's reality, now I'm engaged, can't sob.
I know, my wife is truly
specialist to handle strife.
As a retiree, I'm tired
but, find the happiest person is my wife.
As she doesn't have to carry
tension; now spending more time,
with her, learning hitherto
unknown issues during her talk in bedtime.
~*~*~
Every autumn, I drool with anticipation
Thinking of the treat that comes with the season
Yes, it's corn on the cob
My taste buds do throb
Trembling uncontrollably, salivating and peeing>center>
I carry a salty plate, hot and buttery,
piled high with Summer’s best corn on the cob —
kernels with a juicy crunch for a lucky towhead guest.
Fresh milk and a boy’s best friend nearby.*
A smile and a wink from the farmer’s wife.
The redheaded charmer, his white teeth
sink deep, chomp their way along each row.
My yellow cobs bright like noon sunshine —
rays of childhood devoured after saying grace.
10/7/2019
Realism Art Poetry Contest
Image #3
*boy’s best friend - his dog
Grandma, I love your corn on the cob.
I can eat more of it than Uncle Bob.
I’m ready for more and hardly can wait
for all of that goodness there on the plate!
For all of that corn on the cob, golly gee -
a whole stick of butter you better bring me!
Just look at the dog; he wants some too.
He can just lick the plate when I am through!
October 4, 2019
Based on Picture #3
For Eve Roper's Realism Art Poetry Contest
Note: I actually do have an uncle Bob, but I out-ate him for everything!!
Rob Corn Cob
Yankee Hillbilly Provence Gourmet,
Michelle & Lukas are Certainly His "Ole´!",
Add Homebrew, Tesla & Woodworking "Fine´"
Ask Rob, "Parlez Vous Francais?"
And His Reply, "Ques Que C'est?"
Instead of "Bonjour!", Good 'Ole "Hey!"
Friendly is Rob, Sharing All On His Tray,
He'll Listen to Your Tears & Your Say,
Concerned Others Don't Lose Their Way,
Never One to Ignore a Stray,
Expecting Nothing in Return, No Pay,
Rob's Pat on Your Back Makes Your Day!
sweet
tasty
corn on the cob
Iowa home grown
butter sizzling
oozing plate
crazy
good
Everybody laughs at my wife because she smokes a corn cob pipe.
She doesn't like it when I complain, she doesn't want me to gripe.
She smokes it everywhere she goes and it makes her look like a hillbilly.
She lost a beauty contest because that damn pipe made her look so silly.
She even smoked it when we went to Great Britain to meet the Queen.
Her majesty had us locked in a dungeon because that pipe is obscene.
I try to tell her that her pipe makes her look ridiculous.
I told her to get rid of it or it would be the end for us.
Smoking that pipe makes her stink, she is pretty ripe.
My life has been ruined because of that corn cob pipe.
I am a cob of corn
whose husk was torn away
I have a yellow belly
I am exposed
I attract hungry crows
they peck away greedily
they come to devour my good bits
and with what little they leave behind
No men will be fed
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