I come from the land of locusts. <br />Periodically, on rare occasions, <br />back when there was no concern <br />over climate changes <br /> <br />and the Sirocco blew over Casablanca <br />the skies turned somberly gloomy. <br />The feast after their landing was pan-fried. <br />Locusts with cumin spices. Cruncheeeeee! <br /> <br />In fact there is compensation <br />Nature has a way to substitute a simile <br />For an allegory or the real thing. <br />We just have to learn to swallow it. <br /> <br />OK, you wait for an intelligent comment <br />& the one thing I remark <br />about the locust aftermath is that there's <br />no corn in sight any longer. <br /> <br />Don't take this too close <br />to the kernel of your cob! <br /> <br />Much chuckling... maize! Mas maize!<br /><br />Alex Nodopaka<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/corn-on-the-cob/
