Gotta love these kernels that are fresh from the cob. Movie fans buy them in mobs and eat them like slobs.
Let the greasy butter fill you up until your guts are torn. Don’t be scared, grab yourself a handful of popcorn.
Popcorn has always been film’s best of a snack. Who doesn’t wanna taste this buttery vegetable snack?
As a teen I would pop some at night and bag them to no end then take the bags to school and sell them to my friends.
When see a bowl of popcorn your mouth waters knowing that it’s gonna be good. Who can resist that buttery good?
When I ask “got corn?” Just know I’m talking about hot corn, thank God for the greasy buttery goodness of popcorn.
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Joe Patterson
Hi I'm Joe Patterson. I am a writer at heart who is a big geek for film, music, and literature, which have all inspired me to be a writer. I rap, write stories both short and long, and I'm also aspiring to be an author and a filmmaker.
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By Caroline Craven6 days ago in Fiction
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Fabulously written!!!!
Mmmm, I can almost smell and taste the popcorn! Loved your poem!