Juliet Ligon Poet Rhyme

Coffee Table Gum

Bubblicious, not Bubble Yum
was my dad's favorite bubble gum.

Outperforming the second best,
on the coffee table it would rest

like a power nap between meals.
(Just one of dad's daily ordeals.)

Chomp, chomp, he'd continue the same,
whether reading or watching a ball game.

Again, it'd rest on the coffee table
while he'd jog, both strong and stable.

Not behind ears, where hair could cling,
not stuck on plates or any such thing.

On the coffee table it would be
as comfortable as family.

Grum, grum, upon the gum he'd graze,
each piece lasting two whole days.

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Long, the coffee table's been laid bare,
save waxy steaks and a vacant stare.


3/9/2021

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Gershon Wolf March 11, 2021 at 5:39 PM Now that is some memory, Juliet... A good heap better, I guess, than all the chewing gum I used to find under our tables at home. LOL. Here's to a winner in the contest. :) gw Juliet Ligon March 11, 2021 at 7:19 PM My dad was a funny guy. He actually did throw it away after two days so there was only one gum wad on the table at a time, but its presence was always there. I'd forgotten about kids that would hide gum under tables. That brings back different memories. Thanks commenting.

Michelle Faulkner March 9, 2021 at 7:33 PM This is so personal, such a perfect fit for the contest, with that sadness and longing on the final lines - it is the loss of those little constants that can carry the most weight - hope it does well in the contest! Juliet Ligon March 9, 2021 at 7:41 PM Thanks so much, Michelle. This one means a lot to me since it is personal. I once asked my dad why his gum was still stuck on the table and he told me that it was good for another day. :)