Bubbling

Sort of a random poem I wrote kind of recently. Feel free to rip it to shreds if you wish to, but I'd really appreciate some tips on how to improve. I hope you like it.

Bubbling, bubbling,
A white sea of foam.
Happily, happily,
through it my child roams.

Oh, how careless these days
When a bathtub of bubbles
Was an intricate maze.

Smiling, giggling,
Everything is fun.
But sore arms, back ache,
When I clean the bubble scum.

words I would take out

Bubbling, bubbling,
A white sea of foam.
Happily, happily,
through it my child roams. This line made me think of a beach not a bath tub. This line also doesn't go with the rhythm.

Oh, how careless these days

~~~

Smiling, giggling,
Everything is fun.
But, sore arms, back ache,
When I clean the bubble scum.

Hope I helped,

A. S.