Poems_by_Johanna

THAT GOOD OLE' POPCORN!

I don't mind being a tall stalk
And on it, the beginning of corn,
This is the thing I remember
Of how I became a new born!

In time I was picked because
I was yellow and pretty nice,
No one had to be asked to
Come along and pick me twice!

I was so special to the eyes of
The farmer who raised me,
He new I was special and nice
For making popcorn; A specialty!

So here I am, ready to be released
From my yellow corn of splendor,
At least I won't have to be put
Into a whirring, noisy blender!

I'll be put in a pan with some oil
And dropped gently on the spot,
It won't hurt me even though it
Will seem so very very hot!

I will be your delicious kinda food
And you will know how I did transform,
With a little bit of salt n' butter, I'm