The Pot Hole Plight Poem

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On the road, a dreaded sight,
A driver's fear, a dark delight,
A crater deep, a gaping hole,
A tire's fate, an unwelcome toll.
It lurks in shadows, hides in rain,
A menace sly, causing pain,
With jolts and bumps, a teeth-chattering thrill,
A challenge to navigate with skill.
Beware the pit, so wide and wide,
A trap for cars, a chasm to collide,
A test of brakes, a swerve or stop,
A warning sign, a sudden drop.
Oh, the woes of the pot hole plight,
A road's bane, an endless fight,
A menace bold, a driver's dread,
A tire's foe, a hole so widespread.