Spot The Pothole! Poem by Denis Martindale

There's a pothole near my front gate, another down the road,
The next street doesn't look that great, as I can spot a load.
I've seen big buses now and then, and huge removal vans,
Crushing these potholes yet again, so they don't stand a chance!

Some cars park on the pavements! I've seen them on the bus!
And narrow streets are no defence, despite what folks discuss.
So many heavy vehicles, so many cars as well,
No wonder we're in such pickles! But who cares? What the Hell?

I've seen a few plants taking root in potholes where I walk,
And such neglect, I can't dispute when people start to talk.
I've seen some children throwing bits of gravel near my home,
So what's become of us as Brits? If roads like these, we roam?


Denis Martindale. For the 28th of March 2026.