I was rather remiss in not posting my most recent poetic submission to be read out on BBC Radio Bristol's Saturday show. For the April 1 show the presenter invited verses on the theme of Potholes, so my longer-than-usual effort below was submitted, and duly read out:
"Can I go pot-holing please?" my wife raved.
She nagged me so much that I finally caved.
But underground caverns were not what she meant.
As she grabbed the car keys with eager intent.
I nervously sat in the passenger seat,
As she drove erratically down our old street.
"There's so many pot-holes, I just cannot miss."
She said, as the tyre blew, bum-da-bum, tsssssssss.