CORN

I like cornflakes for my breakfast
popcorn for a snack.
I like corn on the cob and cornbread too
they make my lips go smack!

I like corn that tastes like candy
those old corn doggies too
but the corn I like the best of all
is the corn that makes you boo.

I like corn, corn, corn, corn,
I like corn, corn, corn, corn.

The preacher asked me, “Have pity on us.”
“Stop telling those corny jokes!”
He called one night, to say the church burnt down,
and I said, “Holy smokes!”

I can pick my teeth and pick my friends
I can pick my seat and nose.
If you saw how I dressed at twenty-one
someone else should’ve picked my clothes.

There are jokes that make you giggle
and laugh, which is lots of fun
but I like it best when you start moanin’
‘cause I live write on the pun.

Ear we grow again.
I like corn, corn, corn, corn,
I like corn, corn, corn, corn

My family got me back one Christmas day
since my jokes they’d grown quite worn.
The mound of gifts I opened that day
were varieties of a plant called CORN!

Shucks!

Great Game

Dedicated to my brother,
Terry (T-Boy)
b. 12 Aug 1951 d. 24 June 2006

As your eyes closed in peace
in the light of the setting sun,
my memories opened up
to the days of having fun.

With few games to play, between the old walls
Monopoly ruled the night,
From Hearts to Spades, Crazy Eights to War
not ending sometimes til light.

Basketball played from the ends of the stairs
paper football on the kitchen table,
Bowling on wood floors into our small bedroom closet
throwing darts, all before cable.

A pizza for each and a gallon of milk
watching movies, one after one,
the late night host, after drinking his beer
was quite toasted, when the last show was done.

But, outdoors is where we loved playing the most
wearing down grass, spring, summer and fall,
throwing TDs, serving aces, hitting homers and then links
and maybe catching your wicked knuckle ball.

I was your best man, and later, you were mine
raising two daughters each with our brides,
new games were started as we continued our own
with a few roller coastering rides.

I feel blessed and honored for the times we had spent
cheering on and helping each other,
you were a teacher, a leader, a coach and a friend
to many and me, and my brother.

Now, when I go out on the field or the court
I silently raise up your name,
Terry, I love you and miss you a lot
T-Boy, you played a great game!