They crackle and pop and hiss and melt
To glory, in the microwave
This traditional theatre tidbit’s
Turned me into a salivating slave
With oodles of churned butter and
A warm and fluffy taste,
It makes me automatically speed-eat
Like as if I’m in a haste
But I’m definitely not, I’m OBVIOUSLY not,
I’m in the OPPOSITE of a hurry
If anything, I want to SAVOUR it,
NOT pass it in a flurry!!
But it’s just SO YUM that I can’t stop,
One fistful, then anotehr,
I’ve got to make sure that I eat more
Than my equally-ravenous brother!
After 30-full-seconds of stuffing my face
My fingers brush the bottom of the tin,
But there’s no time to feel the gut-busting despair,
Because Mom’s already bringing the next tub in!!