Instead of lamenting on later, the bargains I had missed,
I decided to drive to the Mall with my shopping list.
I hadn't driven far when I saw a pothole on my right -
Before I could swerve to miss it, another came in sight.
My dismay increased when, as far as I could see,
the road was full of potholes, just waiting there for me.
Now it became a contest to see what would win -
fender, paint job, wheel-tires and the rim.
Cursing them or wishing will not make them go away -
so drive around them, if you can, for they are here to stay.
Ida Nikkel
Prince George
