April 29, 2009
By Anonymous

Pop, pop, pop, I go.
I started out hard and now I am soft.
You squeeze in line,
So you can eat me,
And taste my salty and buttery flavor,
I sit there waiting,
To be taken out of this metal contraption.
Your still in line,
Smelling my awesome aroma.
I bring happiness to you,
Hot, tatsy, satisfying, happiness.
when I'm gone I start all over.
Pop, pop, pop, I go.
You know you want some popcorn.

The author's comments:
I wrote this for an english project. I had to write the project on something you would see at a baseball game. We also had to be that object we saw. I love popcorn so that inspired me to write this piece.

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