Candy Corn

I spy yellow horns of corn...
nibbled specks of candy
torn from stocks
unheard of, mystery
farms, oh, if my arms
could just detect
corny locations I'd
locomotive and select
as many kernels as I
chose, and all the
tricksters treating whose
misleading costumes
begged for corn
would be met with
most haughty scorn,
for I, not they would be
the lord, the goddess of
the candy corn.