The Stroll

A taste of my lovely town

THE STROLL

When upon strolling down the streets of our fair town

Seems Quiet and serenely sound

Tis, of all things, the loverly month of June

And All of Nature full and  living, completely  in perfect tune

Be certain to avoid the pot holes friend

Or you'll not be seen till next Blue Moon comes again

Author's Note

My town, pot hole capital of the world.

Reviews

[Samuel Dickens]

I don't know--my town might give you some competition. They fill 'em up with asphalt, but the hole just comes right back. A good reason not to text while strolling.

[kmartell]

...didn't you see that pothole?! ... i hit it didnt i?

Pothole in st albans vt that will bend your car frame. seriously.

[Marie]

Oh my.Some pot holes are capable of swallowing cars...

[Woody]

haha you make your fair town sound like a giant piece of Gruyère. I'm not in a hurry to visit you there my friend :)
funny last line Mike :)