I am inside the bubble gum machine
About to be ejected.
A spotty little boy has put his penny in.
He will bite me, chew me round and round
Until my substance, he has changed
To blow giant bubbles.
The next one I will squash into his face.
When he is done, he will spit me on the ground.
I will be stepped on, taken for a walk
You will find me on the bedpost
Under chairs and tables.
Worst of all, you will find me on your carpets
I am the bubble, the gum you cannot remove…