Pop, Pop, Popcorn!
Popcorn pops up my nose.
Popcorn pops and wobbles down into my tummy.
Popcorn melts in my mouth.
Wet butter smells like the movies, tastes like paper and looks like fluffy clouds.
It feels like curled up lambs wool.
It sounds like a big earthquake.
By Leah
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