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 rubber wad between meals.
(Just one of dad's daily ordeals.)
Chomp, chomp, he'd continue the same,
whether reading or watching a ball game.
Then it'd rest on the coffee table
while he'd jog, gum 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
Copyright © Juliet Ligon | Year Posted 2021
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