POPCORN
POP-POP-POP!
Popping in pot
Bursting and banging against the popper
‘s top!
I wait till it tire and stop the POP
It is golden grain
As it bounce and break
is all puffy and sweet
All that’s needed is added salt.
Some of them grow yellow
And some of them, white
But they are never alone
When put in my mouth
You close your eyes
Enjoy the taste
The soft crunchy feel
Pleasuring your taste buds
Going for more
You feel the flesh
Other salty fingers
Of another sharing
With a lot at once
But you never say no!
U hear
“crunch”
In every chew
U will say“ I want more”
When it is gone
Only un-POPPED one left
It was POPCORN
By Andrew
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