A timely reminder to our readers: beware of potholes!
In winter when I drive my car
I all too often feel a jar –
That awful, cracking, grinding jolt
Which brings my vehicle to a halt.
I sit, and try to comprehend
What’s brought my journey to an end?
Then words and phrases can’t console –
For I have gone and hit a hole!
A hole I didn’t see or seek
It wasn’t there at all last week!
It’s full of water, just a puddle
But now it’s caused an awful muddle.
I’ve bust an axle, blown a tyre
Such menaces as do conspire
To leave us drivers sad and lost
They’re all the work of Mister Frost!
He comes by dark – he works at night
His wicked deeds are out of sight.
He works those tricks which drivers dread
When we are all asleep in bed,
All snuggled in against the cold,
While he’s about dark deeds untold.
So hearken to my dismal ode –
Jack’s made a pothole in the road!
Nigel Beeton
