Bubble Airtime Inc.
Bubble air inc.
I made a hoop round ten feet tall,
and found a giant fan,
converted a round swimming pool
just right to fit my plan,
Used tons of fresh bought glycerin,
and heavy duty soaps,
Then mixed it with spring water,
and stirred it up with hope,
A rather large extension cord,
was plugged into the fan,
the hoop was propped up straight and tall
soapy film across it's span,
A friend of mine stood by to help,
turn on the fan as I,
stood just in front of my device,
hoping it would let me fly.
The fan went on at a slow speed,
and then I was enveloped,
in a rainbow orb that floated free,
then I sailed what I developed.
Below me children giggled,
doggies barked, and people stared,
as I rose up so much higher,
then most explorers dared,
Sweet smells filled up the inside,
of this spherical craft I flew,
made from dawn and palmolive,
plus a scent of fear came through,
For I was headed towards a tree,
it stood fifty feet tall,
a weeping willow, blocking me,
I feared that I would fall.
But my bubble missed it by an inch,
so on I sailed that day,
landing somewhere near New Jersey,
on a beach quite far away.
I hitchhiked home and made a sign,
that offered folks a ride,
now people come from miles around,
for a chance to get inside,
What they all blew when they were kids,
reliving it in style
soaring high above the dandelions,
wearing happy childlike smiles.
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