An ode to the saga of the potholes
HEARING on local radio that the ‘pothole saga’ still goes on, relating to drivers receiving horrendous damage to their vehicles, I thought the enclosed poem appropriate.
Potholes
The bane of life for drivers,
Four wheels or just two,
Holes the size of craters
Lay in wait for you.
They patch them up
Here and there, temporarily
Which quickly breaks, disintegrates
Almost immediately.
Damages tyres, suspension
All require attention - at a cost,
Will we be refunded
For the loss!
By Jan Roberts
Battle Gates
Battle