"Bubbles"

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{ Thank you Dennis for this Birthday Gift }

Oh, breaker of underwater sin

Full of the true , hypocritical whim

The spirit within thee moves

To push-out the stream disturbed

Silent, but deadly as it hits the air

Pack another at the downed bone

Who then float to the surface all alone

Bubbles of trouble for those-

Who enter the bathroom unannounced

The pungent to air is human pronounced

Pale, transparent things exquisite

With a note as they break the watery surface

Phew!  Smells like a don't drink the watery stew

Soon looms overhead like darkened clouds

Mad dash from the tub, open the window  -

Incites the nosey neighbors - "!#%&* you!!"

Want to retaliate, squeeze real hard -

But nothing pops out from my butt-hole's mouth

Stays inward, fades and withers -

Like my excuse, "T'was not me, was a canard!"

Copyright © 2006 Tinka Boukes & Dennis O'Bell