Waterloo Bri

The joke of my life
Endured by my wife
Sometimes twicely a night
When it went down alright
And spectators who’d missed it
Quite frankly insisted.

The location is lonely
On a bridge one man only
Leaning over the wall
At the water, that’s all
Thinking not suicide
But watching the tide,
When a man minces by
With a glint in his eye
P’raps a chance opportune
Neath a thin crescent moon.
Espying our loner
And crying “oh bona!”
But our first leaning bloke
Is the butt of the joke.
(There’s much more to go
But the wordcount says no!)