Tiny Bubbles

Posted on June 30, 2011 | 19 Comments

Bubbles rise from the bottom absorbing more along the way
Rippling the liquid’s surface with a fireworks like display
Once you take a sip from the glass the fizz tickles your nose
Past your teeth over your tongue in your throat it gets froze

All the bubbles group together holding on so as not to go
The harder you try to swallow it seems grow and grow
Once you get past the uvula it feels like a baseball
Now it slows down so much it feels like it’s just trying to crawl

If you’re lucky now it will become a burp with a little sputum
You’re in for worse pain if it gets past the point of the duodenum
Sharp pain emits from your stomach that feels like a cold ice pick
It makes you wonder why we drink the stuff only to make us sick

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19 responses to “Tiny Bubbles”

TheMsLvh | June 30, 2011 at 2:21 PM | Reply

I don’t think I will ever look at Cristal without thinking of your poem. Fun! It is the drinks with big bubbles that give me the headache. I really enjoy your poems!

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- booguloo | June 30, 2011 at 2:58 PM | Reply
  
  I just get the… urppp, excuse me, the gas…
  
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short poems | June 30, 2011 at 3:12 PM | Reply

Amazing write, love it 🙂

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- booguloo | June 30, 2011 at 3:20 PM | Reply
  
  Short Poems are the bomb! Thanks for exploding! And thanks for the visit.
  
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kirti | July 1, 2011 at 3:48 AM | Reply

woah!!! what an extraordinary way to describe the after effects of a drink!!! amazing… 🙂

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- booguloo | July 2, 2011 at 10:07 AM | Reply
  
  Personal experience my dear, Personal experience! smiles…
  
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Jack Edwards | July 2, 2011 at 7:34 AM | Reply

Great use of rhyme.

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- booguloo | July 2, 2011 at 9:53 AM | Reply
  
  Thank you sir!
  
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Life: Between the lines | July 4, 2011 at 6:18 AM | Reply

lol ha ha ha ouch at the same time however 🙂

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- booguloo | July 4, 2011 at 10:39 AM | Reply
  
  Very true. smiles…
  
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Kim Nelson | July 4, 2011 at 10:40 AM | Reply

Michael, This cracked me up. I know the feeling you describe so viscerally– that pocket of air making it’s forceful way through the gut. It is ironic, too, that I read this this morning, having overindulged in the champagne vein last night! ;-0

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- booguloo | July 4, 2011 at 10:43 AM | Reply
  
  Oh No! Well I hope it didn’t hurt much! smiles..
  
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Jingle | July 4, 2011 at 1:28 PM | Reply

perfect.
apt write.

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mindlovemisery | July 4, 2011 at 11:57 PM | Reply

I love the vivid descriptions, I actually can’t drink so its quite an experience to read about it =)

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- booguloo | July 5, 2011 at 3:49 AM | Reply
  
  Hey now.. One leg seems longer than the other when I walked in here… smiles…
  
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Jeanie McBain | July 5, 2011 at 2:15 AM | Reply

Thoroughly enjoyable read, excellent poetry

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- booguloo | July 5, 2011 at 3:42 AM | Reply
  
  Thanks Jeanie. Glad you enjoyed it.
  
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seabell | July 5, 2011 at 11:15 AM | Reply

If it’s champagne, you just have to find the right one… 🙂

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- booguloo | July 5, 2011 at 11:46 AM | Reply
  
  Have to stick with non-alcohol stuff.
  
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