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
