# Popcorn Dreams

 In the cozy theater's dim-lit embrace,

Popcorn whispers secrets, a salty grace.
Tiny kernels pirouette in the heat,
Their golden dance, a symphony complete.

**Pop! Pop! Pop!**—the overture begins,
A thousand mini-explosions within.
From humble corn, they burst forth, alive,
A fragrant carnival, popping to thrive.

Each kernel, a comet in its own right,
A stardust memory, taking flight.
They leap from the pan, seeking the sky,
Brief lives aflame, then gently they die.

**Buttered galaxies** cling to their curves,
A constellation of crunch, our nerves
tingling with anticipation, delight,
as we reach for handfuls, bite after bite.

The silver screen flickers tales untold,
Yet it's these golden nuggets we hold.
Popcorn, the unsung hero of our show,
Popping hearts, filling our souls aglow.

So raise your paper cup, let's celebrate,
This humble snack that makes us elate.
In the theater's glow, we laugh and cheer,
Popcorn, our cosmic confidante, always near.