A Spooky Walk to the Cleaners

I took the bridge to the cleaners today,
carrying my clothes on my back.

I saw a woman dressed in pink.
She had two leashed dogs.

When the dogs turned around
I saw they had squashed faces.

Then she turned around.
She had squashed face.



Where did all these bridges come from?
There are bridges everywhere now.
While it’s nice to cross the river on foot once and awhile,
I’m not sure I need a bridge to the LPD or the fountain.
It’s a cluttered feeling to have all these bridges here.
Must be a convenience though, for some.