Bubble Gum Flier

The Doodads cover has inspired a new poem...

(Perhaps my second poetry book will be in colour!)

The Bubble-Gum Flier

Who knew this would happen? Have you ever heard,

of a girl who blew a bubble and then flew like a bird?

Here’s how it went, (so next time you’ll know

to take great precaution when bubbles you blow):

I had learned just that day, how to blow bubble gum.

I was practicing on a piece… okay, more than one.

First I was chewing, then started to blow;

a regular bubble, but it started to grow.

I was excited. I didn’t want to stop.

I just figured the bubble would eventually pop.

But it didn’t. It grew. And it grew and it grew.

When I realized what was happening, there was nothing I could do.

I started to lift, straight off the ground.

I needed some help but there was no one around.

Up I kept floating, towards the blue sky.

I didn’t look down, but I knew I was high.

I’d better stop blowing. I thought, as I raised.

Then I heard shouts! Down below people gazed

at the bubble-gum flier (that’s me) in the air.

“We want some gum too!” they shouted, “Please share!”

I started to talk, to give my reply,

but let go of the bubble and fell from the sky.

The bubble, it popped; I landed unhurt

right in the park in a pile of dirt.

I looked up above, there was gum all around.

Sticky trees, sticky path, sticky swings, sticky ground.

I had been scared… but now had a relived feeling.

Cause if I’d been inside, there'd gum on the ceiling!