The teacher says wipe all your slates
And the little girl spits on the slate.
Her layered alphabet is wiped clean .
Can you make spit bubble asks boy.
At the fair boy buys a bubble maker
With soap bubbles to fill entire sky.
Boy incorporates girl in sky bubbles
But later bubbles would burst in air.
Boys and girls make bubbles of spit
And multiply repeat tables on slates.
Bubbles are meant only to be burst
Like grease trucks spit on wet roads.
Bubbles are boy-girl early rainbows
And of trucks on way to the horizon.
You cannot make alltime rainbows
And they make funny burst sounds.