Corn

Corn corn corn, everywhere there's corn.

I see corn in my teeth and corn in the ground. There's corn all over the place. They could pave the road with corn and it would turn gold. They could pop the corn and turn everything white. Corn. Why is corn stuck in my tooth? Is it because it wants to slip in there and annoy me, like all the other corn I see?

I sometimes like corn, and I sometimes hate it. I just don't know what to think of corn.