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[ NaPo 2017 ] Children Of The Corn Cob

    
   
It's macabre, I know    
but children of the corn
cob really do grow
in the great state of
Nebraska    
   
And when you are
wandering in the maize,  
they pop out in scary ways    
too terrible to mention  
   
I doubt you would tell me;
I sense your apprehension
   
Though I've heard
from a crowing blackbird    
that its similar to the Baby Jesus    
emerging from that cave he lived in    
doing an Ally McBeal baby dance for us    
and seeing his shadow, predicting    
poetry for Thirty More Days!    
   


 
Written by Anarchitect
Published | Edited 16th Jul 2020
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