A Poem

Kernels of Regret

Mournful I wonder
Why did I do it?
Why did I eat all my corn last night?
My bitter remorse for gratification undelayed.
You fool! You could have snapped that ear in half,
and had the other half to nibble on today.

But no.

I ate it all. In ecstasy of buttery roasted now.
And all I have left is
the memory of sweet, sweet corn
to haunt my empty mouth.