Wednesday, May 9, 2012

Bubble Bath

When water starts to splash 
I'm there in a flash. 
I was sad but when I have troubles
I bathe in sweet bubbles.
They smell very fruity
I feel like a cutie.
Bubbles are nice in the shape of a deer
They are nice and clear.
Bubbles fly 
I won't cry
There's no way of stopping 
bubbles that are popping.
The bubbles have sound
They are nice and round.
Splish splash sploosh it's fun
Like swimming in the sun.

By Alison Bell





1 comment:

  1. I love your poems! And I love you very, very much.

    Grammie

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