Bubble Wrap

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

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

I'm feeling so good I can't think of stopping,
As my 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 cheaper then therapy.