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Going out for a drive can be a risky experience with all the constant potholes. A poem inspired by a trip out last week.

Submitted: April 22, 2016

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Submitted: April 22, 2016




Today we went out in the car
We took it for a spin
We didn't have to go that far
To find a hole to drive in.

The roads around are a disgrace
With craters everywhere
High vehicle tax is in this place
It really isn't fair.

Going round a big sharp bend
What do we find in front
A massive hole, a solid line
To cross or take the brunt.

They come out with their tarmac
And fill the holes by shovel
The rain will soon leave its tracks
When holes are turned to puddles.

It really isn't very fair
The amount of tax they take
To make us constantly beware
Or make the car just shake.

And why do they just all appear
The craters and the holes?
Little men with great big ears
Or is it just the moles?

They need to sort the highways out
They need to repair the roads
Or we'll have to give a shout
And uncover all the rogues.

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