On Apr 29, 11:53*am, Kate Connally > wrote:
> Chemo the Clown wrote:
> > On Apr 28, 10:00 am, Kate Connally > wrote:
> >> My book club is doing poetry this month. *The meeting
> >> is tonight. *I decided to find some of them poems I wrote
> >> a few years back. *Found this one. *I had completely forgotten
> >> it.
>
> >> * * * * NEBRASKA CORN CHOWDER
>
> > There once was some corn on a cob
> > Together they formed a samll mob
> > But when by themselves
> > as they sat on the shelves
> > they realized they'd never be on a kabob.
>
> Cute, except for scanning problem in last line. *;-)
>
> Kate
>
> --
> Kate Connally
> “If I were as old as I feel, I’d be dead already.”
> Goldfish: “The wholesome snack that smiles back,
> Until you bite their heads off.”
> What if the hokey pokey really *is* what it's all about?
>

The Goops they lick their fingers.
The Goops they lick their knives.
They spill their broth on the tablecloth,
And, oh! They lead disgusting lives.

[Can't remember this line]
[or this one . . .]
And loud and fast they chew.
And that is why I'm glad that I
Am not a Goop; are you?

Better Homes and Gardens Storybook c. 1950
Reprinted c. 1970

Lynn in Fargo