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I’ve always been a foodie.
So many foods do I love,
but there’s got to be just one
I never get enough of.

It’s popular as a snack.
It can be salty or sweet.
Do you think you know by now?
Big hint: It’s a movie treat.

Popcorn, beloved popcorn -
what a wonder of a food.
To eat it when offered me
I’ll always be in the mood

To think those tiny kernels
turn into puffs big and white
simply by heating them up -
it’s a popping great delight.

This low-cost treat of my childhood
we’d eat while watching TV
turned me into an addict
as loony as I can be.

If popcorn I plan to have,
little I’ll eat through the day.
My calories I save for it.
I make it often this way:

In olive oil I cook it.
Then I add to it the salt.
My blood pressure stays good,
so salt makes a big assault!

It is pink Himalyana,
garlic, or lemon or sea.
Butter I try to avoid
though it tastes so good to me.

Sometimes I hot air pop it.
Then butter I can add on.
A giant bowl of it I eat
until it’s totally gone.

Munching on popcorn slowly
can take me two hours long.
No liquor do I need nor
use of a cannabis bong!

I’m no addict to something 
that’s damaging to the brain.
If popcorn were denied me though,
I might go a bit insane!

Cheesy popcorn – not healthful -
I’ll have once in a blue moon.
Caramel or Italian style
with parmeson make me swoon.

At least once or twice a week
at my stove I’ll be popping
Native Americans’ gold.
My quirk I’ll not be dropping.

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