I Fell into a Pothole

When I am out driving my car,

I love my car; it’s a fine old car,

I watch the road ahead,

The road ahead, for potholes ahead,

You see, I’m driving in Ireland,

A pothole place – a dangerous place!

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When I was out walking the street,

On my two feet, my own two feet,

I fell into a pothole big,

Very big – extremely big,

It broke my face, my poor old face,

It’s a shocking disgrace!

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I wrote to the Council,

And told them this, that I hurt myself,

In a pothole big – extremely big,

They said me, poor old me,

They would sell me the stuff,

The stuff, the pothole stuff,

So I could fill the pothole,

That giant big potholes

FOR THEM.

It’s a funny old world, isn’t it?

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Posted on November 18, 2013, in Ireland, potholes and tagged , , , . Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.

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