Wrong Side of the Bridge
Copyright (c) 1994, Tommy Van Hook
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Wrong Side of the Bridge
By Tommy Van Hook
5 November 1994


I wandered through a forest
Darkened and dismal it was
Certainly a frightening stroll
Not one I would usually take
...at least not in those days

I came upon a small bridge
Which crossed a small gorge
It's depth I could not see
For it went on forever
...whatever that could be

To one side of the bridge
Sat a gnarled old gnome
A scowl permanently fixed
Below his red, glowering eyes
...what lovely sight he was

"Good day toy you sir,"
I said as I crossed over
"You mean good riddance,"
Came the nasty reply.
...Temper, temper brother dear

I must apologize for the gnome
On the other side of the bridge
He's just sullen and angry since
I woke up on the wrong side of the bridge
...I sit on the other side

