Vigilance is called for, a readiness to swerve
Really must slow my pace - can’t see ‘round the curve
No worries about obstructions, debris is easily stowed
Its those freshly formed depressions; seasonal scratches in the road
For even if I’m ready, and especially when I’m not
The potholes, they’re a comin’; causing the road to rot
Assuming shapes and sizes, of demonic diversity
Presenting themselves in places, so very randomly
Triggering jarring thuds, that come when taking a hit
Especially the craters - they’re mini gravel pits
Impact causing grunts and swears, provoking me to twitch
Hoping my round tire rim, hasn't bent an inch
Time to call the highway crew, and plea they bring their tar
Vigilance is called for, we must protect our cars
So even if we’re ready, and especially when we’re not
The potholes, they’re a comin’; exponentially increasing in lots