Written on September 7, 2024
Bouncy Brock blew bigger bubbles than his friends, Friends whose bubbles were small, soapy bursts of suds Brock’s bubbles were so huge they’d certainly cleanse While his friends looked on, Brock trailed through the redbuds, Blowing such froth, sharing his marvelous gifts Brock’s bubbles were always stunning, never duds Brock’s bubbles climbed much higher as the wind shifts Followed by trails of foam where his bubbles roam Bubbles wandered through meadows and over cliffs Bouncy Brock kept blowing, when gone or at home Leading friends down a path, blowing and blowing So everyone he met knew, though not noisome… Brock spent his time puffing so he was glowing, Realizing his bubbles were mind-blowing!
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