Pop-pop-popcorn.
I like to hear pops.
It hops, flops, and drops.
I eat a lot.
I will not stop.
Popcorn has butter on its top.
I can’t wait to hear another pop.
Mark's Addition: FOOD POET! I thought I was the only one! :D
Mark's Addition: FOOD POET! I thought I was the only one! :D
When I was writing this I was so hungry to eat Popcorn.XD
ReplyDeletePopcorn is good tho
ReplyDeleteMy popcorn remark on your blog was foreshadowing, Rysa :D
DeleteWeird how it tied into raw thoughts then
DeleteThat was what gave me the idea to use it that way :P
DeleteStill primarily foreshadowing, though, for this poem :D
I like this. The rythym seems perfect for popcorn.
ReplyDeleteThanks! I didn't know there was rhythm. It really does sound like popcorn! :)
DeleteBy rhythm I just meant the way it sounds. I think it's called rhythm, but I never really understood rhythm so I could be wrong. :D
DeleteThis is so relatable... xD who lives near a Rural King? most of those give out free popcorn... its amazing....
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