Ode To Our Leaders

Oh my great leaders hear my plea — I come to you on bended knee I’ll speak real low and wouldn’t shout — potholes is what I speak about The roads are filled right to the brim — to mash up shocks, tyres and rim The parts stores charge a hefty price — another day in paradise So small a problem I won’t lie — but sometimes cause people to die The leaders are both really dread — no matter if yellow or red They’ve served us long right through the years — through strife and pain and many tears We took it all with silent voice — almost as if we had no choice Potholes alone are a simple thing — so many things that need fixing But people learn when old and ripe — you know that pressure does buss pipe Old people right as they will say — one day, one day congotay.

W DOPSON Woodbrook, PoS