Ode to Pot Holes

Oh gaping chasm of misfortune A sign of council extortion? Roads not fit for purpose Driving makes us nervous Neglect of civil responsibility The cause of such hostility Oh pot hole why so terrible Our roads are just unbearable What future for these holes? Maybe roadside fishbowls? My rage is like a rabid wolverine I shall write today to the queen Dear Queen Camilla Parker Bowls Please send folks to mend our holes