Bubble Wrap, Bubble WrapRate this poem
From the book The Armpit of Doom
Bubble wrap, bubble wrap,
pop, pop, pop.
Wrapped around my bottom.
Wrapped around my top.
I’m double-wrapped in bubble wrap
It’s covering my clothes.
It’s wrapped around my fingers.
It’s wrapped around my toes.
I’ve wrapped myself in bubble wrap
exactly as I’d planned.
But now I’m tied so tightly,
I can barely even stand.
I’m having trouble walking.
I can hardly even hop.
I guess I’ll have to roll today.
Pop, pop, pop.
— Kenn Nesbitt (based on an idea by Donna Lee Murphy)
Copyright © 2012. All Rights Reserved.
Reading Level: Grade 1
From the Book The Armpit of Doom
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