BUBBLES


Soap met water,
Came forth lather,
Twas their daughter!
A bubble, then double and triple.

A glassy pearl marble:
Indeed a marvel.
Floating everywhere;
Adorning the ceramic ware.

Gaze into the crystal bauble.
Vivid colours swirling,
Thoughts go twirling,
Bubble is a beauty!

Better not to poke it
Bad thing to burst it
Better thing to leave it
Best thing to blow it!

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