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The Bubble That Didnt Pop

Timmy blew some bubbles and he watched them Pop! Pop! Pop!
But one went higher than the trees and right over the top
That one big bubble floated high as though it couldn’t stop
And just before it reached the sky it then began to drop

Timmy stood and marvelled at the colours in its skin
How could skin so very thin have all those colours in
It came down low and bounced right off a nearby wheelie bin
To land on Timmy’s shoulder and that really made him grin

For Timmy’s at a new school so he walks alone today
He hasn’t any friends with whom to talk along the way
The bubble on his shoulder sat as though it wants to play
And still the bubble didn’t pop which brightened up his day

Now when nobody talks to you it’s easy to pretend 
So Timmy just imagined that he had a bubble friend
He hoped the bubble wouldn’t pop for school’s just round the bend
And no more would he sit alone and wait for school to end

He walked into his morning class and Suzie Laine was there
She was very pretty and had very lovely hair
She said I like your bubble, I don’t know if you’re aware
This desk isn’t taken, why don’t you pull up a chair

The bubble on his shoulder did a funny little hop
It landed on his desk and and made a funny little ‘Plop!’
He and Suzie giggled as it hopped and didn’t stop
But can a bubble smile?
                                    This one did
                                                       and then went Pop!
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Wolf Avatar
July 25, 2021 at 5:58 PM
Matchmaker, matchmaker, matchmaker me. Timmy and Suzie. The bubble pops -- Wheeeee! ~ Oy, gw
Flood Avatar
July 26, 2021 at 2:30 AM
That’s good that, Gershon. Have you considered writing poetry? ;-) Terry
Bauer Avatar
July 25, 2021 at 2:05 PM
what a charming poem, terry! who would have thought a soap bubble could be the inspiration for a poem? oh, you did! thank you!
Flood Avatar
July 25, 2021 at 2:18 PM
Hi, Ilene. Right now I’d happily take inspiration from a smelly sock, but I have to say a bubble lent itself rather more to the nursery rhyme it inspired. ;-) Terry
Leffanta Avatar
July 25, 2021 at 11:27 AM
So did your great-granddaughter put a gold star on your forehead for this one? Enjoyed!
Flood Avatar
July 25, 2021 at 12:19 PM
Glad you enjoyed, Rico. Not been on soup a lot for a few days. Nothing much gelling right now. Might be time for something bizarre to jangle the brain cells. Terry
Hankins Avatar
July 24, 2021 at 5:33 PM
Aw, what a cute one, Terry. Nice work. I thoroughly enjoyed reading it. It would be good to read to a kid who thinks he has no friends.
Flood Avatar
July 25, 2021 at 12:10 PM
Thanks, Milt. Frankly I was just glad to get some words down. Most of what I’m writing I’m ditching, not even saving to come back to. Sooner or later something will click and I wont be able to type fast enough. Terry
Cunningham Avatar
July 24, 2021 at 1:15 PM
Enjoyed your verse Terry, kids would love stories like this. Hope your weekend is going well, thankfully it's Cooled down, im not built for the heat, give me the artic any day. Tom
Flood Avatar
July 24, 2021 at 4:27 PM
Thanks, Tom. With inspiration coming and going and the one poem I’m working on seemingly at an impasse, I was pleased, today, when my great granddaughter blew some bubbles of which a few didn’t burst upon landing. At least it got pen to paper. Terry
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