Corn-Cob Poem by John Bannister Tabb

Corn-Cob



You look, like Grandpa, very old;
And that is why, no doubt,
Your skin is shrivelled by the cold,
And all your teeth are out.

Wednesday, September 1, 2010
Topic(s) of this poem: old
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