Bubbles & Bullshit

I spied a patty of bullshit
spattered neatly on the ground…
‘twas dry and ruff and old
yet almost perfectly round.

In the sky above the patty
bubbles floated around.
Dancing and jumping in the wind
yet making not a sound.

Strange sight ‘twas it
to happen upon this day.
I pondered its oddness
as I trudged along my way.

Bubbles and bullshit
a strange pairing of two.
What could they imply
to me - or to you? 

Could it be an omen
for passing eyes to see?
Or was this a message
that was sent to only me?

Ah… bubbles and bullshit
it does have a ringing sound.
The bubbles pop or blow away
the shit returns to ground.

 Barnum Taylor © 2010

 

Hi Diana