ODE to a pothole

YOU may not be religious

You may not have a faith

But our roads are very holey

And that’s a real disgrace

My tyres are being ruined

My suspension being wrecked

and all the jolts and bumps and swerves

are playing havoc with my neck

Our council tax we regularly pay

or we get a nasty letter.

For our money don’t you think

The service should be better

So if you have sufficient funds

The pot holes could you fill

To drive on smooth and even roads

well that would be a thrill.

Steve Cooke

Whiteshill