Out of the spout it rolls, And what do you suppose? It wasn't the color I picked, But I changed my mind, After the first lick!
Beulah Starr
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This is a poem that a good friend of mine, Beulah, wrote.She has written poems for other websites too! Hope you enjoy this one as much as I did!
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"Bubble Gum Dreams"
I gaze into the crystal ball, It's almost as round as I am tall. Each little circle looks so good, I'd take them all, if I could. |
But in my pocket is the key, With its power, I'll set one free. The red ones are satisfyingly sweet, Blue ones turn your lips a color so neat. |
The orange ones have a little tang, The green ones give off a minty tang. Blue, orange, green or red, I'll pick orange, no blue instead. |
Finally I have it in my mind, The most excellent and perfect kind. I drop my penny into the slot, Pull the lever back to its spot.
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Out of the spout it rolls, And what do you suppose? It wasn't the color I picked, But I changed my mind, After the first lick!
Beulah Starr
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