A poem I made about Bridget
Bridget’s Poem
Who is that lady with the black brown hair?
Who dances the fret board with such flair?
She kicks up her heels, unbuckles her shoes
Scratched leather laces and all for who?
Run me over!
Like a teapot on a train track
Call the ambulance!
Because I’m lost in the trap
Oh Bridget, That girl in red
Strutting down James Street
And she said
Hey, Bridget, with earthy brown eyes
A sickly sweet smile
That will hypnotise
She falls on her knees to the power of rock
And cries out like an electric shock
Substitute to the words of The Man
Like putting awesomeness into a can
Saccharine Bridget, You’ve found the key
The key to the cage, but now we are free
Like butterfly man, Robert Smith
You’ve made an imprint on the earth, like a laccolith*
Run me over!
Like a teapot on a train track
Call the ambulance!
Because I’m lost in the trap
Oh Bridget, That girl in red
Strutting down James Street
And she said
Hey, Bridget, with earthy brown eyes
A sickly sweet smile
That will hypnotise/memorise/caramelise etc etc
· Laccolith - a mass of igneous rock, typically lens-shaped, that has been intruded between rock strata causing uplift in the shape of a dome, or if you aren’t fluent with geological terms – a hill type thingo.
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