This ode to corn on the cob was published in my high school’s literary magazine, circa 1971. It was written with the first letter of every line capitalized, something not done these days. I still like it.
In Praise of Corn on the Cob
It seems the wisest of course
In praise of corn on the cob
To just speak up and tell you
How it was I did the job.
The feast was set before me
I was spellbound it would seem
My eyes were fairly dazzled
By its mellow golden gleam.
And its luscious lovely smell
Stood my nose up in the air
My eyes rolled about a little.
Hands grabbed the silverware!
And my mind melted away
To memories long dead
And in my mouth, I searched
For something to be said.
A huge feeling then arose
And I stood up on tabletop
And raised my head upward
In praise of corn on the cob.
JK Miller 
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