Speed up, you move too slow.
You’ve got to let the feeling go.
Kick it out, do it on your own.
Life isn’t fun when you’re feeling broody.
That’s a lampost, watch where you’re going.
On your head a bruise is growing.
Stop looking for a rhyme for orange.
Do it, don’t do it – you’re feeling broody.
Don’t tell yourself you’ve got promises to keep.
Nap if you want but don’t lose too much sleep.
If you’re ready to drop, all the pillows are free.
Life can be lovely, but you’re feeling broody.
Note: The prompt was to write a poem about a bridge. Proper bridge poem to follow, but this song got stuck in my head…