The London Bridge has fallen down.
You cannot cross the river.
No one lives beneath it now,
No trollish riddle giver.
The boats go where they ought to go,
The ducks float where they ought to float,
There's up, there's down. No left or right
Across the River Thames.
The London Bridge has fallen down.
Let the rubble stay.
Some things should be left untouched,
Or left for all to see.
The fish swim how they ought to swim -
Up and down without a whim.
No way to cross, no way to get
Across the River Thames.
The London Bridge has fallen down
So stop with all the rhymes.
There is no need to sing about
Those painful bridge-y times.
The water sings, the water flows.
Now unrestrained, the river grows.
You never should or shall again
Go cross the River Thames.
ESTÁ A LER
Poems I Almost Burned (Along with My Sanity)
PoesiaWhat starts with a sandbox and ends with an epigraph? My first collection of poems.