Mr Pot Hole Poem by Kelvin Rush

Lying in wait with a wry sly smile
Creating havoc mile after mile
Silent and dormant in every town
Crash bang wallop another one down

Swerving aggressively from side to side
It's just like being on a fairground ride
Anger and rage as you go through the gears
You dodge one or two but another one appears

You complain to the council but nothing is done
Driving's become hazardous and not much fun
You try to fight back you lose control
Wipe away that grin or I'll fill you in Mr Pot Hole