Beam bridges with brief passages
'How many bridges had you blown off?'
As I questioned
My war hero grand-dad
With side whiskers and bush moustache
Hiding an impish chuckle
And a jovial twinkle
Lit his cigar walking
Straight with army pace
Shrinking nose for
My caitiff trace.
Droopy bumpy beamy bridge.
Shaking , scaring step by step.
Down beneath river went roaring
The roar of spent up wars
'Do you wish blowing more?'
'No, I wish building more.'
His guffaw echoed
Around the valley
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