Crack. Pure crack. That's what this is: A random, strange, twisted love poem born from a night of insomnia. So yeah, enjoy...
Roses are red,
Your husk is green.
My love for you is
Too great to be seen.
When you're not with me
I feel so forlorn.
I can't live without you,
My dear, sweet corn.
Love is eternal.
All else is fleeting.
May no one mistake you
As something for eating.