I adore this corn which you call maize, <br />In my hand its cob I hold, My eyes dilated in paraphrase, <br />In my mouth its offsprings I chew, <br />My teeth gliding through a well arranged maze, <br />Fresh corn harbours that distinct taste, <br />My people brew it into beer and your brain is laced, <br />Folks in the west indies worship it as a deity of no replace, <br />So wonderful with rice that its last grain do I trace, <br />Corn beer drank from a human skull did my ancestors need, to embark on a battle race, <br />Grandmum loves it so much with peas that she dishes it out to us as her ace, <br />I have drank ginger ale but when presented with corn ale I took it on as a study case, <br />Its flour has sometimes kept me on for days, <br />If you have drank custard you will hear what the corn says, <br />On the west African slave ships corn was men's source of strength and grace, <br />Eating cornbread is so enjoyable adding beauty to its pace, <br />Oh! I must have over drunk from this flagon of corn-ale behold the gaze on my face.<br /><br />Anthony Edmond John<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/to-honour-this-corn-you-call-maize/
