Bubbles

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?”

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2 comments on “Bubbles”


  1. 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.


  2. steve says:
    April 30th, 2010
    6:33 pm

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

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