If you can wait for dolphins, you can surely wait for me.
See these embers on my curtains? They will burn, most certainly.
London Bridge is falling down
So let’s go to Chinatown
Wedge yourself a little deeper with elation in the seat;
Benedictions line the courtroom for the ones without deceit.
London Bridge is breaking up
Bitter coffee in your cup
Something horrid shines at twilight in the oak tree in the yard.
Nightfall comes—look, there’s the shining! O this creature’s eyes are hard!
London Bridge is passing by
Even ravens start to cry
There’s nothing like the fury of an ancient prophecy
To make your spirit soar on high, then plummet to the sea.
London Bridge has flown away
Come again another day
Posted on February 24, 2019, in light verse, Poetry Pantry, Poets United, Rhyming poetry, Sunday's Whirligig and tagged benediction, certainly, dolphins, elation, embers, fury, line, prophecy, shines, soar, wait, wedge. Bookmark the permalink. 17 Comments.