Pop, popcorn popping in the pot.
Pop, pop, popping in the pot.
And though it's very hot
Papa put the oil in the pot.
Blob, blob, pouring in the pot.
Pop, popcorn popping in the pot.
Pop, pop, popping in the pot.
Fire! Flick! Sparks!
It flares, it licks the pot.
Lick, lick, lick the pot!
"Yum" I thought.
"I love buttered popcorn that popped in a pot."
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Identity I
PoetryA sequence of poems I made throughout the years. Just something to read when you're bored (I recommend "TIME" and "LOVE POEM?"). If you're looking for emotional, try "SLOUGH" or "ENDS MEAT."
