When I step in bubble gum,
I have no need to swear.
If the hooks and eyes
that keeps my girls
together break apart,
that gum can hold
my bra in place.
If the wind derails
my tresses, little dabs
of gum can glue
my curls in place.
If my skirt hem
starts to fall,
gum can get
me through
a party with a grin.
If I’m nervous,
I can pop that
gum into my mouth.
Recycling is good.
Thank you, bubble gum.
published in Doctor Funny
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