Rubber Boy


Rubber Boy

Bouncy. Bouncy. Bouncy.
I'm the boy who's made of rubber.
I bounce all over school, and then
I bounce all over mother.

From floor to ceiling,
wall to wall,
I bounce down every
empty hall.

I bounce on sidewalks.
Bounce on seas.
Bounce. Bounce. Bounce
up to the trees.

I bounce atop
my sister's head.
I bounce atop
my brother's bed.

I bounce from state to state.
I bounce from town to town.
I bounce from star to star
and then I bounce back to the ground.

I'm the boy who's made of rubber.
I bounce from sky to dirt.
And it would be the perfect life,
If only it didn't hurt!

(C) 1998, Arden Davidson

I am trying to find a publisher or agent
to represent any or all of the stories and poems
in "A Pocketful of Rhymes".
If you know anyone that can help, or have comments,
please e-mail me.Thanks!