Corn Syrup Poem by Mikhail Davis
Corn Syrup
Yes indeed, the corn is as high as an elephants eye
And we are all as wide as we are high
With asses similar to the one sported by the
Afore mentioned pachyderm.
Ah sweet corn for the now we mourn
The word is out on the street
Though sweet as molasses
You are killing our asses
Each time we find something to eat.
My God Mr. Maze …
You're everywhere.
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