Earl Schumacker Poet Rhyme

Prayer of the Bubble

Prayer of The Bubble

Oh please don’t break please don’t break please don’t break!
I’m afraid of heights and children with bubble blowers
My thin exterior just won’t take it
And now I’m floating over oceans
Out of sight 
In obvious pain and slow motion
It makes me sick!
I’m drifting into France
A simple fragile bubble with no chance
I’m sure they’ll shoot me down
As a terrorist or worse…a clown
The Eiffel Tower and its tip are just ahead
It’s going to stick me!
I’m sure I’ll pop
I’ll certainly be dead
If I had a wish just one wish only
I’d wish for thickness like a rock
To drop on children on the spot 
I pray to God to lift me up and keep me safe
To bubble heaven a pop free place

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Poet Destroyer A April 27, 2014 at 3:10 PM Earl, i like this.. A bubble pop-free zone... I'm a bubble freak, I'm talking about the blow bubbles. I have a granddaughter, everytime we do the bubble thing, I pray to God, for no one to bust or break our bubbles... hugs... Linda Earl Schumacker April 27, 2014 at 8:47 PM Hi Linda. Just another silly poem. I do that sometimes. I'm glad you liked it. Earl

Poet Destroyer A April 27, 2014 at 3:07 PM Hey, Earl, what are you talking about... Smurfs... Hum... let me know???? Linda Earl Schumacker April 27, 2014 at 8:45 PM Hi Linda. I must have opened up the "A" blog of yours, the wrong blog of yours, where someone was talking about a "missing Smurf." ....I thought it was you so I said something silly. Earl