Bubbles

Another humor poem

Bubbles

By Shawn P Cassidy

I slide in the bath,

let the warm waves breathe,

let the whole damn day

finally loosen its teeth.

Then"

from the deep"

comes a wobbling parade,

a bold little fleet

my backside has made.

They rise like rebels,

shimmering, proud,

each one escaping

a secret too loud.

A wiggle"

a wobble"

a tiny restart,

tiny ambassadors

from the kingdom of fart.

And I watch them ascend

with a grin I can’t hide,

because joy sometimes comes

from the bubbles we provide.

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