Here is the corn all in a row,
The tassels are up; the cobs below.
Dad’s in the combine making a dust,
Harvest is continuing all in a rush.
The corn is all gobbled and spun out to fly
Leaving a cob all empty to dry.
Monkey wants to hunt mice with me
But I have the Nose you see
Off you go Monkey don’t wait around now
If there is something interesting I set up and Howl!
Your Poet at large ( TEE HEE!)
BOOMER, The Handsome!!!
Life on a Colorado Farm 
love it. and you are handsome, boom!
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Boomer, you’re as wonderful a poet as you are a reporter.
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Amazing poem! I love those running-ears, B. What an action shot!
Love and licks,
Cupcake
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The handsome and extremely talented Boomer! What fun your poem was. Nice job.
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There is just no limit to your writing skills.
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Hooray for Boomer, the poet Paw-riet.
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Sucha precious and talented boy!
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Boomer, you’re an artist!
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“Boomer, the Handsome” – I like that… I like it a lot!
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You’re a rock star, Boom!
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The corn cob makes me think of years ago when we used them for kindlin to start our fires. My dad soaked them in karosene and kept them in a can out side. If our fire went out the cobs made a quick way to start it.
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Love it 😀
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Very good Boomer.
Love the pic of you running. Ears a flapping, and a huge smile on your face! 🙂
Cheri
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Great poetry Boomer your Fuzzy would be proud. Give a lick to Mom okay.
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Both dog and cat are extremely handsome, and what is more they both know it!
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A HOWLING good poem.. and pics too. 🙂
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Boomer! Awesome!!
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