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..
Copyright © Craig Hawkins | Year Posted 2017
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