Popcorn Poem by Smoky Hoss
Popcorn
There's corn on the chair
and corn on the floor,
corn on the couch
and corn by the door.
It's corn dropped here
and corn dropped there,
there's corn in my pockets
and corn in my hair.
I find corn in the yard
and corn in the car,
corn everywhere
near and far!
Am I going crazy
in a corny dream,
or lost in a maze
of some corny scheme?
No, tis nothing of the sort
nothing so grand,
it's just that I love popcorn,
and can't seem to keep it in my hand.
Popcorn, like sunflower seeds, is one of those snack foods that’s hard not to make a mess with. As a teacher I frowned on both in the class room. You’ve hit on something, Smoky, many of us can relate to and smile at. Suggestion—you can shorten the last line to something like “and can’t keep it in my hand, ” and it will retain the sense and make it more in keeping with the other short lines. -Glen
I love me some popcorn too. Sounds like a snacking ANYTIME, with the popcorn dropped everywhere. Pick up the corn and say; “Devil missed, God kissed it”, and eat that popcorn. LOL
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5/7/2024 9:11:13 AM # 1.0.0.1119
I am glad to see somebody took on this pesky topic. No matter how hard I try to eat them one by one, the movie will get all dramatic and I will plow that popcorn into my gasping mouth by the fistfuls and popcorn will go flying everywhere when I shriek at the screen with horror! Pop on, Hoss, we can't let a little mess stop a good thing! ! !