Pot Hole
Pot hole, O pot hole
I saw you too late
And fell into your clutches
Before I could brake
A teeth rattling crunch
Told me the worst
You'd won the battle
My tyre had burst
And now I am stranded
In the back of beyond
With no cell coverage
And the moon long gone
The tyre was new
And now I am stuck
How bloody typical
I'm fresh out of luck
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