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.
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