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| "Soapy bubbles" or "Ode to Snordle" Written by Jemmiah Soapy, foamy, fizzy bubbles Can rid a girl of all her troubles. A long hot soak to reduce stress, "Avert your eyes whilst I undress!" But unashamedly he stares, Not a single blush he spares! Oh, if only he could speak, The tales he'd tell with his red beak! He is a happy little fellow Painted in a garish yellow. He sits and floats, no arduous task. But, I think I hear you ask - How come he gets all the luck? Well, he is my plasti-duck! He hides beneath the mounds of foam With his ability to roam. He often disappears from sight As if his wings had given flight. Then suddenly a painted eye From soapy bubbles I espy. Oh, the many things he's seen Would turn my other bath toy green! Infact, here he is! Snordle hide! And don't turn up 'til I decide! He's jealous that I play with you. He says to him I must be true. Your name I cannot even mention For he demands my whole attention. Whilst we frolic, joke and laugh In rituals of the nightly bath. So, reappear- but don't ask when I think he's here now� "HELLO BEN!" Back to Main Page |
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