Blowing bubbles in milk always feels good.
The sound takes me right back to my childhood.
Popping, gurgling, it rises in the glass.
Instantly the frothy globules amass.The sound takes me right back to my childhood.
Popping, gurgling, it rises in the glass.
So then do memories from days gone by,
All with an eternally sunny sky,
A time of dolls and bears, and being good,Of toy cars and a play-mat neighbourhood.
As I think, my drink drains away loudly.
I top it off by then belching proudly.
A wonderful snapshot description of pretty much every childhood ever!
ReplyDeleteAwesome!
:-)
This is really good! Love the imagery - and your ending is perfect!
ReplyDeleteSo awesome! I forgot about the burping. So much a part of milk bubble blowing...
ReplyDelete"frothy globules" great word choice...and the belching at the end! A perfect salute to being a kid.
ReplyDeleteFun, playful rhymes!
ReplyDeleteYour ending is perfect for your take on the prompt.
ReplyDeleteBlowing milk bubbles always does take me back to childhood!
ReplyDeleteCute.. I like the playfulness of the rhyme. Great capture of childhood.
ReplyDeleteSweet! And a great ending. :)
ReplyDelete