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
Copyright © Cherl Dunn | Year Posted 2015
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