October 24, 2015


Posted in Poetry/Lyrics tagged , , , at 3:27 am by bizarrerhymes

I am going to blow some bubbles
But first I’ll chop some wood
Then I’m going to blow some
B, B, Bubbles,
I hope then you’ll feel good.

The colours are exquisite
Magenta, Blue and green
But just before the bubble pops
Yellow gold’s the scene.

It must be this or all the b-blowing
That gives me such a thrill
And words start falling on the page
Like bubbles down a hill
Spilling from my mind
I struggle for control
In a stream of consiousness
Flowing from my soul.