By John Dobby Boe

I was at the Y, shooting baskets,
When a young woman came in
And told me I would have to leave,
As they were setting up for kindergym.

I had just started, so I asked if
I really had to go.

“You can stay, if you want
To sit on a mat and blow bubbles?”
she replied.

I couldn’t help myself and responded,
“Can I meet bubbles first?”

2 comments on “Bubbles”

  1. I am going to post several poems that could all have the final line, “She laughed.” I of course love making women laugh, getting an involuntary physical response from them.

  2. this is positively nasty—u should be included in the new edition of ‘LOWLIFE’

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