An ode to popcorn

Oh popcorn, you start as grain
but as a seed thou does not remain

Once heated to so many degrees
You blow up, just like a very big sneeze

Then flavoured in so many ways
I could just eat you for so many days

Oh buttered pop corn, you're SO yum
I lick my fingers one by one!

I just want to eat more and more
I probably won't fit out the door

But alas, dear popcorn, you are all done......I'll have to pop another one!