BUBBLE GUM

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  • Childhood

    BUBBLE GUM

    I STOPPED TO SEE SOME CHILDREN PLAY

    AS THEY SWUNG WAY UP HIGH

    WENT TO TAKE ANOTHER STEP

    BUT THEN I SAW A FLY.

    ALL TANGLED UP INSIDE A WEB

    AND HE COULD NOT GET FREE

    I FELT REAL SORRY FOR THE FLY

    UNTIL THE FLY WAS ME.

    I WAS TRAPPED IN BUBBLE GUM

    UNDERNEITH MY FEET

    GOOIE, YUKY, STICKY GUM

    IN THE SUMMER’S HEAT.

    DO YOU KNOW HOW I GOT LOOSE

    JUST HOW I GOT FREE?

    I HAD TO LEAVE THE STICKY SHOE

    IN THE MIDDLE OF THE STREET.



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    Poetry is when an emotion has found its thought and the thought has found words.

    Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

    shalon’s Poems (6)

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