Monday, January 22, 2007

My Bubble

My Bubble.

I have made a perfect bubble and I like to live inside.
A shiny, perfect bubble, in which I like to hide.

Inside my pristine bubble I place everything just so.
Ted sits on my quilted bed, my toys stand in a row.

From in my crystal bubble it is very clear to see
that my special little bubble is perfect, just for me

No one ever comes inside my bubble just for me.
Although I guess, it could be nice to have a friend for tea.

Inside my precious bubble, a friend could come for fun.
A friend and me could play and laugh and jump and bump and run.


they might make a dreadful mess, I don't think I could take it.
They might jumble bubble up, or even worse, might break it.

So in my bubble, all alone, I will stay inside.
For if my bubble were to burst, then where would I hide?