Popcorn

It is a Pantoum

The popcorn pops in the microwave;

Sweet butter fills the air;

It pop pop pops across the room

Until the microwave dings.

 

Sweet butter fills the air

As my mouth waters with bide;

Until the microwave dings,

I hope it does not burn.

 

As my mouth waters with bide,

The seconds of waiting end;

I hope it does not burn

Since heat is trapped in the bag.

 

The seconds of waiting end;

It pop pop pops across the room

Since heat is trapped in the bag;

The popcorn pops in the microwave.