Sinkhole

A sinkhole, deep as 20 feet, Collapsed without a warning, Around the corner from my street Quite early in the morning. Repair crews came but no one knows What caused the sudden sinking. Decrepitude, some folks suppose, But not what we were thinking. Ineptitude’s what we would blame, For workers have been toiling On that same block where they became The source of tempers roiling. They somehow cannot seem to fix What underground befuddles, So residents have had a mix Of flames, closed streets and puddles. Our car was parked right down the block Where that huge hole descended. It would have come as quite a shock If that’s how my life ended.