Picture Poem(Popcorn)
My
Taste buds are
Hopping like buttery
I eat it goes Popcorn popping. When crunch, crunch,
Crunch and I only eat it when it’s time for lunch. As the kernels pop, there dancing to the
Groove of the bop. As the corn becomes bright gold, You must eat it before
It becomes COLD!
Taste buds are
Hopping like buttery
I eat it goes Popcorn popping. When crunch, crunch,
Crunch and I only eat it when it’s time for lunch. As the kernels pop, there dancing to the
Groove of the bop. As the corn becomes bright gold, You must eat it before
It becomes COLD!