I heard about a man
So terrified of bridges
He refused to leave his house.
He had developed a fear of bridges
Many years before he decided
Never again to leave his house,
Which wasn’t a bridge, contained no bridges,
And stood on solid ground
Far away from any bridge whatsoever.
When it came to facing his fear of bridges,
He wouldn’t cross that bridge
When he came to it, because he’d never
Set foot anywhere near another bridge
For the rest of his life, so long
As he limited his existence
To the confines of his house,
Which wasn’t a bridge, contained no bridges,
And stood on solid ground
Far away from any bridge whatsoever.
This man afraid of bridges
Went from fearing bridges
To fearing his fear of bridges.
This man: call me
Ricky T. Bridge.
Charles B. Snoad 