Some are broke and some just crumble
A heated row from a misheard mumble
Fall from grace that fell into a stumble
Kissed the wrong sort that led to that fumble

Let's rebuild this bridge and let our waters again ripple
A bottle of plonk, possibly a Pinot Grigio
As differences can be rebuilt after a chat and a tipple

See, that's how bridges often burn
So let's get it out in the open,
and give at another turn

Broken Bridges

JJB

I know I'm no oil painting and punch above my weight
But God loves a trier, as in life we make our own fate
Because the mirror ain't my friend, avoiding my reflection
I seize up quick, I seize up fast, not wanting no attention
Though some seem to revel in being a good looker
Broken nose, bashed out teeth, years me playing that rugby ******
It sometimes works with a certain type, the rough and tumble man
Not clean cut Ken, sunbed skin, always topping up his fake tan
It's good to be a normal bloke, not caring for too much in this world
Just to wake up happy, change my daughters *****,
and be in love with my one and only girl.

JJB