Muffled by the walls of the chest cavity...
Saturday, July 30, 2005
I like to blow bubbles. I do not like when I try to blow a bubble and it does not work. Like so. Pefect example of uncooperative bubble juice.
Woe is me. I shall try again.
What is this? No bubbles, that's what it is. No bubbles for Jenny.
Grrrrrrraaar. This is not a happy face.
Will she try again?
Hooray!! Jenny made a bubble! Dance, dance, dance! Whee!!
El Fin.
My little version of "Me and the bees"
Lame, I know. I have been in a poetry rut for a while. I'm trying to get back into the swing of things. Slowly but surely...It's been a while =/
Spoon. With. Me.
Keep. Me. Company. In. Bed.
Your absence takes the form of a million bees.
Because thoughts of you swarm my head.
And it stings to know that you're not here.
It's just me and the bees...
(Yes, I drew that)