A Great Bubble DisgraceA Poem by Tasha
I will not stop blowing
I'm on the path to a world record I'll blow and blow until my mouth fall off I'm starting to get bored Soon the bubble was as big as my head But I blew, I blew, I blew still more Sleep began to overcome me I started to dread I was practically beginning to snore But still I kept blowing Blowing my breath into the gum I dared not to stop pursuing I began to get pretty glum Pop! Went the bubble And my world record I searched for my face Underneath all the pink rubble I fell asleep with pink gum on my face What's the point? I'm already a great bubble disgrace I felt someone carrying me They popped me on my bed and silently embraced I suddenly fell into a deep deep sleep Unaware of my recent failure, I saw prancing sheeps © 2012 Tasha |
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Added on September 14, 2012 Last Updated on September 14, 2012 AuthorTashaALAboutI love to read and write, and I suspect so do many of you. I started writing on Friday, May 27, 2011. I have the dates on everything I've ever written, don't ask why. I started reading, according to m.. more..Writing
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