Gumball Poems - Poems about Gumball

There is an enormous gumball machine in this hair cutting place. It was probably gleamingly shiny and beautiful once. Possibly held three hundred thousand gumballs. Yes, Virginia, it is that big. This machine is pathetically empty now. There are only enough gumballs to fill the bottom inch of her bowl. I feel sorry for her....

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Gumball machine you make me smile an old woman said With your happy round balls in bright blue, yellow, pink, green and red. Reminding me of the fifties when I thought everyone was kind. Poodle skirts a turquoise fifty-seven Chevy, intact families in my mind. Prayer once a priority, everyone attended some kind of church. Those who did not were...

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We entered the Gumball Rally My driver was “Backstreets” Tally With his crazy fast car We still couldn’t get far Bad math, no gas, in Death Valley ...

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The red gumball machine was full of fun A machine that knew she was number one Other contraptions thought they were a contender They were certainly not said my cousin, Sam Lender. I have had this machine since nineteen-fifty-two. I know that’s a lie, but Sam is often a liar too. You were not even born until fifty-six, I say. He and...

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Chink! One quarter in the machine ... Crank! Crank! Crank! Gumballs tumble ... Plunk! ... I got one! ... Open the door. Why was it always ... Never the color I wanted?...

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Breathy voice from lips cherry red Another piece of candy for my tongue to tread A twist of the wrist and a quarter or two Gives me a another piece for my mouth to chew Oh I have always loved the look Of this places sweeties It’s like their all hand made But their taste is always...

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