I place bag in microwave
The popcorn is sleeping
As the microwave starts
They begin to wake up
They meet and they greet
Making new friends
The mroe friends they make
Their excitement, it grows!
They jump and they dance
They scream and they yell
But at the end of the day
They are mine to sell
YOU ARE READING
My Poetry
PoetryAll my poetry I write, it's a start, so please comment, tell me how you like it and how I can do better!!
