Crunchy, whole wheat rustlings
Stalks tremble and quiver
As the ears listen and whisper
To heated rambunctious bustling
A midsummer night’s romp
The air fat with sweaty lust
Amidst muffled southern slur
Stone mill grinding in the dust
Crickets too uncomfortable to stir
Suddenly comes a light and a stomp
Humid heavy air tense and rigid
A squawky ‘Hello?’ breaks the night
Holding the breath, trying not to fidget
Rough sighs as he puts away the flashlight
Finishing quickly and suiting up
That kind of thing makes me mad
Asking if you liked it wild and rough
You look up and reply, ‘Not baaaaaaaaaddd’
Author notes
We all know one these kind, like it or not lol enjoy!
A contest entry
- Corn Field (prewrites welcome) by Danna Hobart.
490 points, ended February 6, 2009, 16 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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hehehe! I loved this write! It was humorous, but had an edgy side to it as well! The imagery was perfect, as I could see all of the details in my mind. Great Job!
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Wow, excellent write bro! Love the imagery portrayed
Nice to see you spilling ink again! Keep it up 
Good luck in the contest hunni 
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ok... ya got me...lol
this was a good one.... I'm going to fav ya and see what else is here lol
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It's a little too heavy on adjectives for my taste, but you did choose some interesting ones. Thanks for entering.
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