Bubbles
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?”
John Dobby Boe says:
April 3rd, 2010
5:56 pm
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.
steve says:
April 30th, 2010
6:33 pm
this is positively nasty—u should be included in the new edition of ‘LOWLIFE’