A bridge does send you over stuff. That I know so do not get in a huff. The cat was asking if it made you nuts because of all the traveling people with the brain shuts. Yes! People of Globland. I coined a new term and it had nothing do to with a germ. Seems to be so many people around, that act dumb and can easily be found. That it's like their brain has been shut off or they drank from a poisoned horse trough.
So from now one there will be no long winded rhyme about how people seem dense most of the time. I will just say they have the brain shuts. Oh! I know I am already nuts. But rub it in if you must. I hope I did not leave you in digust. If you suffer from the brain shuts your way. I am....I am...ummm okay, not so sorry for the dismay.
Now back on track, going on about the nuts who cannot seem to cross a bridge without a brain shuts attack.
What to do, What to do
When bridge nuts shout ballyhoo!
So you have an empty fridge,
And the grocery store lies over a bridge.
What can you do?
To avoid the bridge nuts in your view.
Swing like a monkey under it.
You'd be a sure fire circus hit.
Might drop some groceries on the way back.
Depending upon how you stack.
Or you could just give a quack,
And swim across if you have the knack.
Could catch a free fish too.
Polluted dinner all ready for you.
Of course you could use a canoe.
And give yourself a toxic shampoo.
Then you'd be glowy and bright.
And Santa could ask you to lead his sleigh Christmas night.
But if it is all rock.
Latch onto a geese flock.
They will honk and clear a path.
Although you may be in need of a bath.
As they just let their dung fly.
Oh that would be nasty to have dung eye.
Hop on a pogo stick.
Or listen for the banjos of some hick.
That right there will make you run.
Even the bridge nuts you will stun.
Could have took that boat.
But they just passed a vote.
So you are out of luck.
As some senator wants to pocket the cash for a new truck.
Steal it and play Dukes of Hazzard.
Just get a good lawyer and say the truck was a biohazard.
If you don't want to risk a limp.
Go out and get a blimp.
But that could go pop.
And you could go plop.
Or rather splat.
Hmm is that roadkill a dog or cat?
Now don't flip your lid.
Look what I did.
Don't you like the bridge that much more.
Aren't you glad you came ashore.
The bridge nuts will still be there.
But just say a prayer.
Flip them the bird and continue to swear.
Letting them know brain shuts syndrome is oozing out their hair.
And they belong in day care.
For there is only room for one in solitaire.
The cat just went off there, as brain shuts syndrome abounds here so beware! For the bridges seem to have an accident every second day. I guess more than one lane causes too much dismay. So the bridge facts are through. I do not know how much of it is true. But brain shuts syndrome seems to be growing in mass. It is quite scary to my little rhyming ass.
Later all, have a nice fall.