(written by Lindsey Campbell, age 12, for a 1 minute timed free-write yesterday for school… She made me hungry!) 😀
I am popcorn popping.
I will be eaten by someone strange.
I wish I knew who.
I am feeling cooler as I am brought out of the popper.
I am poured in a bowl and grabbed by a hand, shoved in a mouth, then gone.
Chewed, sliding down a throat, in a stomach, and then no more.
I am popcorn popping… but just for now.