Balloons bloat,
balloons float.
Up high above,
we send with Love
Lots of smarties,
and balloons at parties
green, blue and red
blow them up as big as your head
best part of the day
is when we POP all the balloons away
then we have to catch our breath
then blow more up for another Day
I felt like that last night when I drank too much fizzy pop! Getting back to your poetry, Dave, I like the way you come up with new stuff all the time. Love, Fran the Fan xx
Balloons bloat, balloons float. Up high above, we send with Love simple with a face of good craft and talent
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I can imagine this one used at play-school or at parties, such an easy flow to it Well done David I enjoyed this one very much Love duncan X