Sense Sonnet - Tickler

Win For

I'm a farmer and I raise corn.
It's an important job to do.
I get up each and ev'ry morn
And work the land the whole day through.
One day some folks from Oslo came
And said that if I would just stand
Out in my corn, fortune and fame
Would be mine - a man of the land.
So out there in the field I stood.
The Oslo folks yelled I'm the one
To win a Nobel Prize. I should
But not for all the work I've done.

Getting a Nobel Prize is sealed
'Cause I'm outstanding in my field.