I know they say of Frito-Lay,
“You cannot eat just one.”
But when it comes to popcorn,
I always eat a ton!
My husband cooks it on the stove –
No microwave for him!
And since he rarely eats his food,
He keeps himself quite trim.
But he enjoys when others eat
Whatever he creates;
And when his meals or snacks appear
Nobody hesitates.
Yet it’s his magic popcorn,
Slightly salted, from the pot,
That always earns him rave reviews,
Especially when it’s hot.
And I cannot resist it;
It’s such a total winner.
Though in my head, I hear my mom,
“You’re going to spoil your dinner!”
She’s right, this time, I know it,
Yet I am loath to stop;
‘Cause for a snack, this popcorn
Is the cream of any crop.
If you share my addiction,
Then you know what I’m about.
If popcorn were religion,
Then man, I’d be devout!
Sunday, October 11, 2009
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a very good poem -- i loved the positive vibs
ReplyDeletetoward the husband -- pop