Hot Buttered Corn Poem by Edwin Tanguma

Hot Buttered Corn



Hot Buttered Corn

I enjoy eating
Hot buttered corn
Didn't I tell ya'll
I have Carte Blanche

I really don't care
What ya'll may think
Ya'll have been sentenced
At least by me

But as for My Dad
He's still thinking
About my sentence
It troubles him

If ya'll keep my seal
My job is done
I'm the only one
Who has been sealed

As for all the rest
Ya'll shall perish
And I'll stop eating
Hot buttered corn

. 4/10/2015

Hehehe

Friday, April 10, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: silly
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