The Foreign Bubbles
The Foreign Bubbles
By luxu
This old Scottish lady's mouth
Is a perpetual motion machine
Spitting out colorful bubbles with constant speed
In every bubble there is a letter
A, b, c, d, e...
From morning till evening
They're in every corner of the room
Bouncing around madly
When I reach for them
They suddenly disappear
They bump into my ears occasionally
Or into my nose and eyes
But they can't break into my head
There is a big iron gate there
To stop these things outside
The bubbles, the old lady said
Are about how to be a good teacher
They are very common in Scotland
But very scarce in China
You should follow these bubbles closely
Don't ask why
Just take them all
Bow in worship
It's like never asking if there's any god
Believe in it.
And say God bless
That’s all.
After a whole day of bubble bath
I am not becoming a better teacher
I only see
This old Scottish lady
Turn into a big bubble
Bounce and bounce and bounce
Out of the door
Nov.6,2017
Copyright © Stina Lu | Year Posted 2017
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