The Moral Is Poem by Robert Edgar Burns

Itty bitty bubbles from our root beer
Shot from the nostrils of my sweet dear.
She cleaned it up with a drinking straw
I could not believe just what I saw.

And now some bubbles from my ginger-ale
Got in my stomach where the gas did swell.
And so I burped so hard it hurt.
It later gave me a back wash squirt.

As human adults bubbles can be bad.
How did they as kids make us glad?
I shook a bottle of a cola brand,
But it exploded right in my hand.

Tiny bubbles make a strong retort.
They make some burp, and others snort.
So when I wonder what the moral is,
I guess it would be to stay away from fizz!