NUKE IT

In microwave I have an advanced diploma—

My tummy is growling from the mellow aroma. 

Like ball bearings on a roof of tin,

My popcorn is staccato— what a din!

Kernels blasted with my 1200-watt

Were thoroughly popped, all fluffy and hot.

(But a few of those babies have failed to pop;

Next time I’ll give it 3 minutes nonstop.)

Five pinches of salt in my recipe,

(Prob’ly more ‘n there needs to be.)

Drowned with a half-cup of melted butter

Mouth-watering anticipation— my heart’s all a-flutter!

Salt and butter and starch— the good stuff,

At toxic levels, it’s never enough.

Ahhhh. Finished eating, I’ve found bliss indeed.

Should I do a new batch to satisfy greed?

Nope. Because climate-caused famine is global,

I’ll limit my snacking – that would be noble.

Will Walsh