The Bridge Curly Whirly Poem by Kevin East

Across the bridge curly whirly
Bowled the troll hurly burly
In search of the 58 bus
Anyone knows it comes not early
So the beast just grew more surly
And created a tumultuous fuss.
He shouted and ranted
As the wind turned swirly
He'd jump off and flatten them all
''I'll show this town! '' he screamed
To a passer- by named Shirley
They could hear his booming on the market stall.
So he stood on tip-toe
As a crowd gathered below
But was disheartened as night began to fall
A troll's promise he doth keep
His massive frame steeled for the leap
But wondered would the 58 show at all.
As cold as his mum's fridge
On that curly whirly bridge
Stood the troll- like some giant garden gnome
And like the rest of us
Though he'd spit and though he'd cuss
In the end he gave a sigh
And just went home.