Why don’t you get back into bed?


Sometimes the show is as snuggly as bed to me. You’re there, after all. But it comforts me like being under the covers.  Sometimes I manage to slip right in and you don’t even notice when it happens.  It lets Read more ›

You been pound, pound, pounding on my brain


It seems like hardly a minute goes by during the week that I don’t find myself thinking about you. What am I going to do for you next? How much longer is it until I get to do it? What Read more ›

So how can I get tired of you?


Sometimes by the end of a full evening doing Bubbles in the Think Tank, I feel positively weak.  I’m spent from a night lingering over your silly needs. I do long to assure that all of your hopes are realized Read more ›

We don’t match in size but we fit so neatly


We have an asymmetrical affinity. I do the show and I am wee.  I am diminutive in the shadow of the silliness I bring to you.  Or is that the shadow of your stick shaking from all of that silliness?  Read more ›