FROM the pipe-end off it glides, <br /> Many hued appearing; <br />What, if cynic harsh derides, <br /> Sets the boys a-staring. <br />In their eyes gleam its dyes, <br /> Glow with radiance rarer <br />Till they cry 'how bright! Yon sky <br /> Hath no planet fairer!' <br />Nay, nought else can be so fair, <br /> Naught, sir, more entrancing; <br />Blow it here, blow it there— <br /> Keep the bubble dancing! <br /> <br />Sailing thro' the air it goes, <br /> While the urchins stretching <br />Out their chins, upon their toes <br /> Blow the thing bewitching: <br />So blows Dick, and 'ha, ha!' cries, <br /> At the image gazing, <br />'What is this salutes mine eyes? <br /> Truly it's amazing??' <br />'Eh, thy picture,' Sue rejoins; <br /> And a-nearer glancing; <br />Mine, too, in the crystal shines— <br /> Keep the bubble dancing!' <br /> <br />Blow it well—Bill and Bell, <br /> Blow in turn, and Jerry; <br />And in turn each discern <br /> What yet makes them merry; <br />Merry, very! Scurvy loot— <br /> Little villain, scurvy, <br />Shout and blow, blow and shout, <br /> Wits a topsy-turvy; <br />Even so agog they go <br /> On their hobbies prancing— <br />Blow and shout, shout and blow, <br /> Keep the bubble dancing. <br /> <br />'Fiddle-faddle fum is that! <br /> Understand me clearly— <br />I detest a ditty flat, <br /> Shouting, blowing merely:' <br />'Hear me out!' 'Well?' 'While they blow <br /> Bursts the magic wonder, <br />Leaving little Dick and Co. <br /> On their ways to ponder;' <br />'Tut, what then?' No look oblique— <br /> Then they seek, and chancing <br />To find other bubbles, seek, <br /> Seek to keep them dancing.<br /><br />Joseph Skipsey<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/bubble-blowing/
