A pothole here, a pothole there,
A pothole freakin’ everywhere.
Some are big, some are small
Some are barely there at all…
(Ok, ok, I see you’re tense,
I take it back – they’re all IMMENSE.)
They’re huge, gigantic and car-stopping,
They’re vast, colossal, simply whopping.
They lurk beneath the puddles and
Grab you with a sneaky hand,
They pull you in and bounce you out.
They make you swerve, they make you shout!
They sit there looking small and round
But they go miles and miles underground…
You see them coming, you dive and duck
You try not to, but Oh My Truck!
The language you suddenly spout
Really oughtn’t be bandied about.
It’s not polite, it’s said in heat
It simply isn’t at all discreet
In fact it’s pretty much X-rated
(I know, I know, you’re just frustrated.)
And then, kabong! – you hit your pip
And off you go again… blip blip.
And just as you are safely through,
A car comes swerving straight for you
You hoot, you glare, your shake your fist
You really are extremely…hissed.
And worst of all, the driver looming
Is shouting back and also fuming!
He’s looking mad, his temper’s hot
He’s also dodging a holey pot!
It really is desperately dire
We’re sunk, we’re doomed, we’re in the mire.
But wait! Hooray! Help’s on the way
I read it in the news today!
It has cheered me loads and loads
“The City mulls concrete roads”.
Hip hip hooray, calloo callay,
Concrete roads. What good luck!
No more to say but… Oh My Truck!

(http://www.herald.co.zw/bye-bye-to-potholes/)