In my bath the bubbles came
they first were bright and pretty
new and happy
fresh and sweet
they formed to make a city
The first bubble soon became the old
and grew rigidly set in their ways
newer bubble pushed up from below
struggling to see the light of the day
Two bubbles would marry and bond as one
they’d be the shiniest in the tub
envied by all the average bubbles
who also envied the tiniest ones
Then it came the Bubble War
two mounds clashing
two mounds cruel
bursting
slashing
bashinggnashing
until all the bubbles were gone from the pool
save one
it rested upon my nose
I looked at it deep
I looked at it close
I grew to love that last little bubble
until
pop!