3The Bubble 2-17-07
My grandson has a way of inspiring the unusual! Enjoy!
As I looked upon your sweet face,
Something slowly begin to dawn upon me...
Wisps of black,
Streaks of gray,
More than the usual fare.
What was the cause, who could have done...
Such a yucky, inconvenient thing?
When out came a nose bubble,
A green, sticky one,
And across his face went his arm!