Bubble Trouble
I’ll tell you the trouble with bubbles:
They burst like a punctured balloon
As they fall on a sharp piece of rubble,
Or they fail on their flight to the moon.
It’s useless to try to collect them.
They’re not like a coin or a stamp.
For the hand that you raise to protect them
You’ll soon find is feeling quite damp.
Yet bubbles, you’d better believe it,
Can actually be lots of fun.
You can catch them and snatch them
And quickly despatch them
Until you have burst every one.
You can chase them all over your garden.
You can watch them drift over a wall.
Though you run like a hare,
As they’re mostly just air,
When you search you’ll find nothing at all!
Monty Edwards
- Submitted in response to Poetry Prompt #2
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Lots of fun Monty!
This one’s the full Monty, Monty. Lots of fun.
Fabulous! Thank you.
I enjoyed reading this. It had a great flow to it.
I like the poem and it brought back memories. I do like bubles to me.
Another lovely one, Monty. I’ll read this to my grandchildren. Alix.
On 17/02/2017 3:16 PM, “Australian Children’s Poetry” wrote:
> australianchildrenspoetry posted: “Bubble Trouble I’ll tell you the > trouble with bubbles: They burst like a punctured balloon As they fall on a > sharp piece of rubble, Or they fail on their flight to the moon. It’s > useless to try to collect them. They’re not like a” >
Love bubble trouble….means grandkids. Catchy poem