The Mystic Bridge 21st Sept 2017 Image Me a Poem

The river was wide Which varied with the tide Hopefully the crocodile’s would be asleep Cause I will be treading with my feet The thought of being eaten alive Is enough to make me strive To stay alive a few more days Let’s cross my fingers and pray I bought a sowing machine yesterday It’s an antique but will still work all-day What my wife exactly wants it for Still baffles me to the core If only there was a bridge To cross this dangerous ridge The sowing machine is on my shoulder It feels like I’m carrying a bolder There must be a mystic bridge somewhere To help me out of this nightmare I’m up to my neck now in the water It’s lucky I’m not any shorter I’m half way across the river and all good so far If I survive this crossing I may write a memoir Then a splash of water spray into my face Helps me realise that the river is not my favourite place..