Potholes
Every winter, all the roads
Are pocked and filled with holes.
So what’s the money used for
That we pay for all the tolls?
You’d think when they’d repair them,
They’d use something that would last
Instead of bargain pothole-fill,
Which breaks apart real fast.
When driving in the city
In the winter, my advice:
Beware of ruptures in the road,
More dangerous than ice!
Copyright © Ilene Bauer | Year Posted 2014
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