Twas the eve before sweet corn and all through the day,
The phone had been ringing (for a month anyway).
I, in my PJs, would answer, and they’d say,
“You got sweet corn today?”
“It’s coming soon, but sorry, not in June.”
We’ve hung our hat on the harvest, once and for all,
See, Kuyler’s going back to college this fall.
Kolton wants a four-wheeler, shiny and blue.
Kenzie, she wants one too (ha!)
The little ones, they just need shoes.
Daddy wants to make sure the notes are paid.
Mommy would settle for a maid :)
As if I have nothing better to do,
I’m writing silly poems to you.
We needed a laugh,
And this is the best I can do.
We’ll be quite busy, the next week or six.
To God be the glory for the corn we're about to pick!