Wrizzit
For everything, down to the scribbles.
For everything, down to the scribbles.
I seriously intended to write a poem about eternity, but the tangent went... elsewhere....[[|:-D The eternal kernel, The corn that wouldn’t pop. They tried to fry it in a pan, But it melted and they had to stop. They used a Japanese machine, It applies pressure that causes heat. But what came out in the end, Was nothing you’d want to eat. It was blackened now, And the smell was unpleasant. So they shot it into space, To become a cosmic present.
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That did take a weird twist and I like it! Fun fact, I think only one type or corn is actually poppable? Or at least not many. Somehow this reminded me of that 😁 trying to pop a corn that doesn't pop