Sticky Stuff

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