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A Pony Named Bubbles


A pony named Bubbles

when I was young

would give us rides

he was so much fun


he was round and red

with gloss and fat

but his Bubbles name

didn’t come from that


nothing to do with

shape or weight

but  it did come about

from what he ate


once you were safely

upon his back

he’d set off unbidden

to his favourite snack


hidden behind where

gardeners don’t go

between the stables

where thistles grow


off you’d trot

when he’d had his fill

across the paddock

and over the hill


the thistles would gurgle

inside his tummy

and then the noises

which were really quite funny


it was long ago

but I’ve never forgotten

those bubbles from Bubbles

straight out of his bottom


 Myra King
  • Submitted in response to Poetry Prompt #2


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