I remember the day my mother informed me
That London Bridge was falling down-
I was running around the house,
Being a nuisance, as usual-
And I cried for the loss of an architectural marvel
One that I had neither seen nor heard of before.
I was staring out of my classroom’s window
When my partner tapped my shoulder
And told me that Jack had broken his crown,
My initial fury at his recklessness
(The careless brat, what a precious loss!)
Was soon replaced by concern for Jill.
I anxiously chewed on my lips,
Wondering if she would survive her tumble.
I wonder still, had London Bridge not fallen,
Would I ever get to visit it?
And would Jack ever lend me his crown
If it had not been damaged?