Popcorn

POPCORN White kernels of hot popping yummy flavoring, Cooked in golden butter drippings, lightly sprinkled To taste with salty perfections gentle touch, At the kitchen cooks discretion. The crunchy and munchy treat, to pass Around at any family social gatherings Celebration. Fill up them empty bowls both large And small heap them full to the very Tippy-top, nothing will be left behind, Trust me, for its POPCORN!! Bucket me, bag me, but for heaven’s sake Don’t deny me this mouthwatering feast To the senses. The comfort food of the ages, forget those Old bags of stale potato chips or the dusty shelved Candy bars, sold at the local quickie mart. I’ll grab me instead that old fashioned jiffy pop, Light up that gas stove of wonders, and let it perform Its delectable miracle. Slowly it heats up, with a sizzles crack, crackling, Sliding it back and forth, over the low flame Of salivating, you can hear each tender morsel Deliciousness forming, within this silver cone Of desire. With anticipations childhood like frenzy, No adult can resist, as you delicately open This steaming hot package, of pleasures drooling Lust, its fragrance fills your raw senses, Exposing that inner need for what, Pop, pop, popping corn. White kernels of hot popping yummy flavoring, Cooked in golden butter drippings, lightly sprinkled To taste with salty perfections gentle touch, At the kitchen cooks discretion. The crunchy and munchy treat, to pass Around at any family social gatherings Celebration. Fill up them empty bowls both large And small heap them full to the very Tippy-top, nothing will be left behind, Trust me, for its POPCORN!! BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN