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?
The Crazymad Writer 