Sunday, April 5, 2009

Therapy for the Soul. A Room with a View, Bubble Wrap, and a Diet Coke. Please Don't Disturb.

When a package arrives I quickly open it wide
And hastily remove all the stuff found inside
I discard all items except the plastic wrapped
That piece with bubbles in which air is trapped.

I spread the sheet and look downward with glee.
And with two fingers, I pop one, two, then three.
I feel quite content and my face gets a glow
I pop some more and move on to the next row.

I’m feeling so good I can’t think of stopping
As the room fills with the sounds of popping.
Every worry and care and each little trouble
Floats away with the pop of each air bubble.

When I finally reach the end I feel quite mellow
All that popping has made me a contented fellow.
If you are like me, and contentment is a rarity,
Get some bubble wrap: It’s cheaper than therapy.

by Geoff Weilert

1 comment:

  1. "They're coming to take you away..ha ha he he ho ho...

    To the funny farm, where life is beautiful (and full of bubble wrap) all the time...."