Poem for Popcorn

Oh, dear my kernel is about to pop

If I turn into popcorn wouldn’t that be a flop

My water inside is about to come out

My gases are about to come about

The gases inside make me pop

My pressure can no longer contain as a kernel

Therefore, I am getting hit with thermal

I have drastically changed

Isn’t that a shame

I am called popcorn anymore

I no longer have that kernel core

Thanks for listening to my story

I am now filled with glory