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My Bridge.

Who ate the shrimps from the fridge.

I was going to use them to build a bridge.

A bridge built with shrimps you know,

 One takes their time and builds it slow.

I would use bricks and lots of cement,

But my bridge would I am sure be bent.

 Wood is not of much use it rots away.

That’s what all the old timers say.

I myself would build the bridge with steel,

That would hold for a hundred years I feel.

I once built such a bridge in my dreams,

The people that went over it all got the screams,

I have no plans for my new bridge it is all in my head.

Shall I build it today before I go to my bed.

Building bridges is work for an expert I think,

I will try to build a bridge in my kitchen sink.

My wife thinks it is not the best of my ideas,

The bridge would fall down is the worst of her fears.

I will not build a bridge at all not at least today,

I will go to the club and with the other idiots play.