The Big Bubble of Trouble

I blew a big bubble.

It was bigger than my face.

It was pink and glowing,

And it had a sweet taste.

As I continued to blow,

The bubble grew bigger.

It was now the size

Of a mischievous Tigger.

I was not done blowing.

The bubble was huge.

If I kept this up,

I would make the morning news.

By this time the bubble

Was the size of a home.

I continued to blow.

It was now bigger than a dome.

The pink bubble now filled up

A large part of the sky.

It began lifting me up.

I was going real high.

I was flying above the town library.

Oh look, I can see Mary Contrary.

I was moving at a very fast clip.

Then all of a sudden I took a quick dip.

The winds blew me lower.

The bubble was shrinking.

I didn’t know what to do

So I kept up my thinking.

Then before I could develop a plan,

A large eagle struck my bubble

And I started to land.

I fell into a haystack.

I landed with a thud.

As I tried to get out

I tripped in some mud.

I guess the next time

I blow a huge bubble.

I better be prepared

That I could land into trouble.