Popcorn II

I am nine learning
To be a Navy cook
By drawing ships and
Making popcorn all by
Myself heating the oil till
It pops one kernel then I add
More popcorn tilt the lid and pop
A bowl full adding salt which my
Sibs instantly devour so I pop
Sone more as we watch TV
Play board games trying
To avoid our bedtimes
Youngest to oldest a
Slow retreat to bed
But the popcorn
Was always a
Treat we had
So life was
Good and
We had
Hopes
For
More
Popcorn
Maybe even
With butter and
Paprika for an exotic
Touch of preteen decadence.