Bubble Your Milk
By Marilyn Neulieb
Take a straw and bubble your milk. You’re the bubbling machine your lungs have built.
Bubble Your Milk
Take a straw and bubble your milk.
You’re the bubbling machine that your lungs have built.
Take a deep breath, bubble fast or slow.
Bubble loudly or softly to what you know.
You can bubble to the timing of the tom-tom beat
While you sit by the fire warming your feet.
You can bubble like a train as long as you please,
Toot in the sun in the soft summer breeze.
You can bubble, bubble, bubble ‘til the milk doesn’t show,
But parents get upset. Don’t let ‘em know.
You can bubble your milk with a country charm
To the beat of “Ol Macdonald Had a Farm.”
You can bubble your milk to “Skip to my Lou”,
Make it so joyous we shout “Yahoo!”
You can bubble your milk with your favorite chums,
Bubbles overflowing in Bubbledom.
You can bubble to the song of “Home on the Range”
To see if your family can sing for a change.
You can bubble your milk in middle C,
F sharp, B flat, the key of G.
You can bubble your milk to the very top step,
Bubble on down. You’re getting good, I bet.
It makes no difference what you blow.
It comes from your heart, bubble fast or slow.
But beware when you bubble to whatever you compos
Marilyn Neulieb lives in the North Country and has homesteaded for 40 years. She is an award-winning writer of the North Country Writing Contest. Her accolades include her current poetry column in the weekly Thousand Island Sun plus numerous works accepted by Green Mountain Trading Post, Mother Earth News, Ideals, Alternative Living, Home Power and Fourth Coast Entertainment. Marilyn is co-founder of Bottom Line Writers. She taught biology in high school and collage. She hones her writing while hiking the woodland trails.