Today I was driving my SUV
On the way to lunch with my friend, Ms T.
She lives in Miworth; it's not very far
When you happen to drive a fairly good car.
It should only take about fifteen minutes.
Follow Miworth Road and the speed limits.
But, lo and behold! I got quite a shock
When I checked my watch, then the radio clock.
I was taking too long and running so late,
No way to start out on a luncheon date.
I tried to speed up but I couldn't go fast.
No cars blocked me and nobody passed.
I was avoiding potholes or were they craters
Big enough for ponds for Canadian 'gators?
They were all around me, wherever I turned
My heart was racing, my stomach churned.
Near the asphalt plant where I smelled the pitch
I actually had to take to the ditch.
I asked myself, "What's wrong with their mixing?
Can't they make asphalt that doesn't need fixing?"
At last I hit a new section of pavement,
A much smoother ride, no more need to lament.
I discovered a sign and whoopee galore!
It read "REGIONAL DISTRICT," so potholes no more.
I'd make it in time and Ms T. would forgive me.
She's driven the road every day, you see.
She knows every pothole; she knows every bend.
She imagines the lines from beginning to end.
She looked surprised and her eyes were wide.
"You still have tires and axles?" she cried.
"You will forgive me for inviting you here.
Come along in. You need a beer."
Gail Runschke
Prince George
