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The farmers’ market


I saw a red balloon today

On a stand, just near the honey.

The woman said I had to pay.

‘A dollar please, dear mummy?’


‘No,’ she said.

‘Please, I’ll hold on tight.’

‘No,’ she said.

‘Let’s not fight.’


‘Balloons hurt birds and fish,

Bubbles cause no harm.’

To the gate with only a wish

The end of my day at the farm.


Now home with my bubbles

I’ve forgotten my troubles

Rainbow bubbles in the air

Bubbles floating everywhere.

Vanda Lockyer.

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big black

bear be brave

because being beary blue


beary big

bounce your blues

back beyond Burke

big black



bounce brightly back

Karen Hendriks



blowing bubbles

big bubblegum bubble

biggest bubble bursting – BANG!

boo-hoo boo-hoo boo-hoo boo-hoo boo-hoo

Allan Cropper
  • Submitted in response to Poetry Prompt #29

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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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Billy Bonder and the Beautiful Belly Button Bubbles


Billy Bonder often pondered

While sitting naval gazing

Just what it was about belly buttons

He found totally amazing


The button turned nothing on or off

It seemed to have no use

Perhaps he thought its purpose was

To stop his bum from coming loose


So finally he thought it time

To try and make a start

And find some useful purpose

For this lazy body part


It was all that Billy thought about

‘til it gave him tummy trouble

And then one day by accident

His belly button blew a bubble


The pity was for all concerned

That it seemed that at the start

The only way to blow a belly bubble

Was to counter balance with a fart


But Billy took the time to practice

Even Mum was tickled pink

When he blew beautiful belly bubbles

Without the noise or awful stink


With his special new found skill

Billy Bonder shot to fame

The beautiful belly button bubbles

Meant everybody knew his name


While it was an innovation

And quite startling and new

Billy realised he would be old news

In just a week (or maybe two)


And he was right, it wasn’t long

Before someone had him beat

Jenny Jones from Jonbley Junction

Could knit jumpers with her feet


So while the button did him proud

And brought Billy fleeting fame

His belly button could now retire

And start collecting lint again

Sioban Timmer
  • Submitted in response to Poetry Prompt #2


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Big, bubbles floating in the air.

Soapy, sudsy, spheres,

I can see my reflection in you.

Magical colours reflect,

Fragile and soft,

I make a precious wish.

To be free just like you,

To see the world in rainbow colours,

If I just look close enough,

I will see all the wonder and beauty,

That is all around.

Karen Hendriks
  •  Submitted in response to Poetry Prompt #2


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by Vanessa Proctor


We blow them in streams

across the yard,

some small and marble-sized,

others as big as baseballs.

Every bubble iridescent,

a perfect world of its own,

mirroring grass, sky,

occasionally our faces.

Bubbles glinting with sunlight

swirl skyward or

float to the ground.

Each one

a little miracle

before it pops.