Popcorn (Poem by Spitfire)

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

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  1. When I was writing this I was so hungry to eat Popcorn.XD

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    1. My popcorn remark on your blog was foreshadowing, Rysa :D

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    2. Weird how it tied into raw thoughts then

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    3. That was what gave me the idea to use it that way :P

      Still primarily foreshadowing, though, for this poem :D

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  3. I like this. The rythym seems perfect for popcorn.

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    1. Thanks! I didn't know there was rhythm. It really does sound like popcorn! :)

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    2. By 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

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  4. This is so relatable... xD who lives near a Rural King? most of those give out free popcorn... its amazing....

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