It wouldn't be a bubble if it didn't cause trouble, so many people buy ridiculous baubles. The bubble may double 'ere we scrape up the rubble.
Markets may fumble, to woods bears will trundle, ten syllables is a lot am I in verse," I grumbled. I hit the pipe again that morning, rambled on some more. I could have made a sentence with "double" or a pun about twins. Instead I'll watch as the edifice of this once great nation crumbles, and look up which part of the building that is. I got no sleep. Whatever it is, I bet a nation's crumbling edifice makes a rumble as it falls.
(cduggles in before the anti-SJWs to defend the non-PC "Samoas," they're people not cookies!!)