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!!!