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Behold, said I, this manly model bridge
Ruling the river, iron girders strong,
Hard rivet guards to spike the water's ridge,
He parries firm and shields the helpless throng.

I see, said she, a sultry female arch
With vixen curves and naked moaning song.
Seducing cars and trucks in playful march,
She sways a soft slow dance on legs so long.

What rot, I scoffed, his mighty metal groans
Choke and deny remorseless hungry waves,
Beams proud and firm, his giant heavy stones
Defy the river's heart and rule it craves.

At that, the mighty bridge gave out, collapsing with a shudder.
"Just like a man," she laughed and grinned. "It could have been no other."