Pothole
The day was fine, the weather fair,
when first I saw a pothole there.
The next time that I drove the route
I noticed there were two about.
A few weeks on, I passed again
and then I counted nine or ten.
The months flew by, for time is fleet:
now there’s more hole than there is street.
Tom Wobker, The Bard of Sherman Avenue (from April 14, 2009)
