an ode to potholes (as promised)

Cuz what fabulous poetry doesn’t begin with these epic lines…

roses are red
violets are blue
annoyingly bumpy potholes
make me have to use the loo

already drank my coffee
and I take that as my cue
so the unexpected turbulence
may cause a small snafu

oh, city, oh, county,
I’m speaking to you
if you can’t find a way to fix these holes
it’s my bladder you’ll answer to