Bubbles Poem by PATRICIA DOBROSIPEARSON

Bubbles



BUBBLES
WRINKLED LIKE A PRUNE MY DEAR
IN THE AFTERNOON
BUBBLES GOING DOWN.
GOING DOOOOWWWN
DOOOOWWWN
BUBBLES GOING DOWN
I'M A QUACK WITH A RUBBER DUCK
BUBBLES GOING DOWN.
GOING DOOOOWWWWN
DOOOWWWN
BUBBLES GOING DOWN.
SMELLS LIKE PEACHES
WITH A TOUCH OF CREAM
BUBBLES GOING DOWN.
GOING DOOOWWWN
DOOOWWWN
BUBBLES GOING DOWN.
NICE AND SOFT TO THE TOUCH
BUBBLES GOING DOWN
GOING DOOOOWWWN
DOOOOWWWN
BUBBLES GOING DOWN.
MAKES ME SING THIS LITTLE SONG
MY BUBBLES GOING DOWN
GOING DOOOWWWN'
DOOOWWWN
BUBBLES GOING DOWN
WHEN YOU PULL THE PLUG
THEY GO DOWN THE DRAIN
BUBBLES GOING DOWN
GOING DOOOWWWN
DOOOWWWN
MY BUBBLES GOING DOWN.

Feeling Silly in the Bath.

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