The Road to Pot Holes

Today I will write about pots

Write about what?

Yes you heard me correctly

I will do so directly and indirectly.

English is so very amusing

And at times it is so confusing

And for a fact I know you know

About the pot of gold by the rainbow.

Do you see what I mean?

Yes, pot number 1 on the scene

The pot of gold nobody has found

After looking up and down and all around.

Of course you can pot down the chicken

For pot number 2 to be finger licking,

By now you must be salivating

 So I just felt that fact needed stating.

Pot number 3 is the saucepan

Like a one-pot of which I am a fan

Everything is mixed up into one

Of that I can tell you I am very fond.

 

Pot number 4 is the buck-pot

I am not surprised you asked me what,

I am not even sure of the spelling

But the duck is ready; someone is yelling!

Cohobblopot is like a carnival

It is one of several bajan festivals

Lest I forget that is pot number five

Soon the premiere pot will arrive.

The plant pot is very common

It’s the pot before pot number 7

And just in case you’re in a fix

This makes the plant pot number 6.

Pot number 7 is a starved out puppy

One that should be put out of its misery,

Commonly known as a pot-starver

This cur is a regular spot for flies to harbour.

  

This brings us to pot number 8

I’ll soon be through; it’s getting late,

Potbelly might just be a matter of taste

That shows up around a person’s waist.

Pot number 9 is closer to home

That and pot number 10 together roam

Potluck is of the habitual kind

Like having misfortune all of the time.

 

Last but surely not least is pot number 10

Potluck and potholes must be a blend

Potholes is really a troubling matter

As along on our roads you’ll find them scatter.

Some are deep and some are shallow

When you avoid one a next one will follow

The effect on the car is a continuous rattle

Compliments of course: the pothole battle.

It’s true our roads are in a wretched state

But on the potholes do not concentrate,

Though they are many do not despair

But of our network of roads do be aware.

Sounds familiar? I hope it does

When this was pointed out it caused a buzz,

While I appreciate our many roads

Potholes are causing us a financial load.

Shocks, bottom arms and so much more

These potholes are becoming a part of folklore

In fact I can recall a calypso or two

That focused on potholes; I am sure you do,

Four shocks are what I have to get

The results of some pothole foes I met

Day in and day out this is a fret

And up to now I don’t have the money yet.

And this pothole patching if I may call it that

Is not doing much good and that’s a fact,

Filled in one day next day they’re back

Especially if it rains truly this is crap.

Nine pots I have passed before this one

Eight were no trouble but they are gone,

Potluck and pothole remain in co-

And together they are causing considerable woe.

Consider if you’re travelling late one night

And a tyre blows out, O what a fright!

Particularly if you are a female and all alone

And there is no charge left on your phone.

 

What if the cause were a huge pothole?

What if you collided with a utility pole?

What if something more terrible happens

Far more serious than a tyre being flattened?

Potholes can throw up many varied scenarios

Depending on time and place and event

So it is all right to praise our road networks

But these potholes I absolutely resent.

I contend $400 or more as an annual road tax

Should rid us of these pothole traps

And the fact that we are a tourist attraction

We should pay potholes more attention.

Some pots are good; some pots are bad

Potbelly’s a problem and pot starver is sad

But potholes are potluck and that’s a fact

I pray the authorities will soon deal with that.

Stewart Russell © December 2