[Rajoul incredible Poetry] Corn

Standing tall in the field is corn.

once your mustache turns yellow

The proprietor praised its superb cooking.

awaiting footfall

From daybreak, awaken the sleeping corn.

a group of chubby fools

choose and steam

When steam is present

The aroma of grain is pervasive.

Clean out the freezer.

Corn is the best, according to grandma.

Considering your grandchildren while you eat

Longing intensifies gradually.