Bubbletown Blews
Bubbletown Blews
Whilst sitting and lying by a babbling brook
for once through the water I took a deeper look
then I saw into Bubbletown, bubbles popping with glee
for that is what they are meant to be
Down there, theres no time for heirs and graces
and no disrespect to creeds and races
no single bubble is better no matter how big or small
for history,religion and status there is no need at all
A bubbles life is simple you see to try not to pop for as long as can be
yet when it pops it sets others free
Then with a whip and a splash stuck to a sticklebacks fin
a bubble escapes from deep within
no record will be remembered of this noble fleet
and the bubble will join another bubbletown meet
no questions asked just join in the throng
for all bubble's are equal no matter how big and strong
and remember this as long as they thrive
the round little folk keep the whole stream alive
So take from this no matter how small and meek
the powers inside us to be strong and unique
just be like a bubble and raise to attest
then my son or daughter you can be like the rest
no better no worse and you can fly
your sky is your limit if you put no one down, and greet others from outside of town
with a smile and a welcome instead of a frown !!!
MB 2013
Copyright © Marc Barritt | Year Posted 2013
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