Corn
on the Cob
When I stood in a
cafeteria line
and saw their idea of a
serving
of corn on the cob,
about three inches long,
I had to laugh.
When Mom cooked for the
seven of us,
she made corn on the cob
in a canner.
My sisters and I would
challenge each other
to see how many pieces of corn we could eat
—six, seven, eight….with
lots of melted butter.
One time, my next sister
up pretended
she was a typewriter
working her way
across the corn with a
ding at the end.
It’s funny how little things
bring back the fondest memories.
1 comment:
haha...love the typewriter part
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