For the Ronovan decima challenge No.40: FLOAT is the prompt word on the B rhyme line.


At Cowes, upon the Isle of Wight,
a floating bridge appears to float
across the river like a boat.
It's a quaint and curious sight,
Medina crossed both day and night,
a bridge that gets it's trousers soaked,
it's elevation now revoked.
Reduced to ploughing through the spray
to carry cars along their way,
how was Saint Benezet provoked?
Categorized as Licks

By Arthur Richardson

Very part time poem maker. Retired from paid work.

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