He watches, stares, thinks.
If he lives the dog’s life, then…
who is living his?
Today I challenge you to write a poem in the voice of a member of your family.
YOU ALL ARE BIG JERKS.
I just want freaking candy.
Share with me, you jerks.
I give you kisses. Warmth.
I play fetch when you want to,
even if it sucks.
This dog deserves it,
one bite of Easter candy.
That’s all I beg for.
Today’s (optional) prompt is to write a poem in which you very specifically describe something in terms of at least three of the five senses.
There’s something scarring about fluorescent pink.
Not in a bad way, but in a way that can only be associated with Mr. Bubbles.
You know, the mascot of bubble bath meant to cuddle
90s children into thinking bath time was a time to look forward to and love?
He was such a pivotal icon
of my 90s childhood.
I think back to bath time of my childhood,
and I think of that neon colored bottle, an unforgiving pink,
that perfectly complimented the bizarre icon
called Mr. Bubbles.
He was the reason bath time was something that I loved,
a time where I would allow a bubbly sea foam to join me in a cuddle.
I’d wrap my body in the pungent suds and cuddle,
blinded by the innocence of childhood,
and full of laughter and love
as my toes turned a wrinkly pink
from covering my entire body in bubbles.
Mr. Bubbles was my generation’s bath time icon.
You know he’s an icon.
While I may be one of the first admit I like to cuddle
dear Mr. Bubbles,
he is an essential component of childhood
memories, highlighting childhood dreams in a beaming pink
bubbly foam of love.
Speaking of love…
When I saw this icon
for sale, standing out in his pink
fluff, begging for a cuddle,
I knew that I wanted to share my childhood
memories of Mr. Bubbles.
I knew my dog would love Mr. Bubbles,
that he would share his puppy love
with the love of my childhood,
that he would roll around with the stuffed toy version of this icon
and kiss and chew and play with and cuddle
Mr. Bubbles until his own paws became pink.
The love of Mr. Bubbles, an American icon,
knows nothing but love and a foamy cuddle.
Sometimes childhood is best seen in shades of pink.