Bubbles

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…