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!