So, there’s a yawning chasm of a pothole down my road. Every day, I have to remember to go around it in case I drive the car into it and come out in Australia. Anyway, short of other ideas, and with half an hour to spare, I wrote this.

Hole in the world,

A little deeper every day,

Rain and muck whisked and whirled,

A chasm looming in your way.

Cover it with sticks and catch a bear,

Journey to the centre of the earth,

Drive over it if you dare,

Marvel at its expanding girth.

No Grand Canyon or Chicxulub crater,

Can compare in massive scope,

As a toad sees the mouth of an alligator,

This vast, black hole leaves no hope.

Is there mass enough to fill it in?

Will work in earnest soon begin?

Shall we a pit discover within,

Plumbing depths to Satan’s fearful din?

For now we must show utmost care,

Circumnavigate this portal,

Worry not what lurks in there,

And pray our tyres are immortal.

Cheers for reading,

Richard