Hour 9 : Popcorn

Pops in with a buttery texture.

Mouthwatering sensation

As I open my cupboards

They always fall off at my feet

As if begging me to have them

I pick the packet up and say, Movie needs to be planned

Wondering how can I say that

Crunchy buttery, chewy

The aroma you spread

Makes me to scream with love

Oh! my dear popcorn, thank you for being there and always.

One thought on “Hour 9 : Popcorn

  1. I haven’t seen a poem about popcorn before! A few of the words could be changed for stronger effect. Like “scream”…seems too violent. Maybe “melt”? “Mouthwatering sensation” seems impersonal. Maybe “I’m drooling”. The last line doesn’t have punch…I would expect it to be ironic or funny or a play on words. Something like that. 🙂

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