My life seems like a bubble
gently drifting, no trouble
A delicate, soft bubble of air
filled with love and extra care.
This thing so free, so agile
so bouncy so fragile.
A gentle sneeze
it changes course in the breeze.
Filled with colour from a rainbow
You know it had a certain glow.
People stand and admire it floating
its golden coating, they were gloating
As it would delicately drift
Sometimes a smile would lift
it - it immersed in being free
Then it turned to look at me
and I heard a pop
I saw it drop
I feared the worst
my bubble had burst
Just a smidgen
It was a grey pigeon
A rat in the kitchen
I asked it to stop
Like a Spanish bull in a china shop
Full of hot air
just to compare
This bull
was full
of hot air.