Today’s poem

THE POTHOLE IS KING All hail the Pothole, the Pothole is king. He’ll puncture your tyres, and damage your springs. He’ll bend your track rods, and crack your big end. Your car and the Pothole can never be friends. Big cars, or small ones, the Pothole won’t mind. To unwary cyclists he’s also unkind. On town streets, or country roads, much mayhem he’ll bring. With his crown of sharp edges, the Pothole is king. Jackie Grearson, Blandford Forum, Dorset.