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Ow, the puns.


Corn on the Cob

I desired some corn.
So I left at midnight,
Arrived at the gas station,
And bought exactly five cobs.
Maybe I’ll slather them in margarine,
Corn-oil margarine of course
And a pinch or two of salt...
No more, I’m watching my sodium intake.
I just can’t sleep, I desire corn this night.
Canned corn just won’t do.
I crave and lust for corn on the cob.
Why? I guess I’m feeling a little...
...Corny.

~Emily K


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