This marks the first time I’ve drawn anthropomorphic popcorn. I’m pretty pleased with how it turned out. It was hard to draw the un-popped kernels without them looking like they were naked, though.
And while it’s not precisely about popcorn, I have a limerick poem about making noises:
I Have a Bad Case of the Noisys
I have a bad case of the noisys
I thunder, explode, bang and crash.
All my sounds make me proud –
I enjoy being loud.
I love every pop, snap and smash.
Each step that I take is an earthquake,
Each hiccup an ear-splitting blast.
My snore is a wonder
that rumbles like thunder,
The sound of my sneeze unsurpassed.
I always excel at exclaiming!
Each syllable fills me with glee.
I can holler and shriek
with unequaled technique –
A train wreck has nothing on me.
I’ve been diagnosed with the noisys,
Admitting the truth makes me blush…
After one sonic boom
I was sent to my room.
My mom has a case of “the hush.”