Hey ****** ******, The cars do a twiddle, They twist and turn on the road, Dodging the *** holes, Some with broken controls, I've even seen some being towed,
Hey ****** ******, The road in the middle, Needs a little repair, If you can swing by, And give it a try, And pretend you're a council that care,
Hey ****** ******, Thanks for the repair in the middle, But the road needs a whole new coat, Take care when crossing, Cause the road's all rutting, You'll need to be a mountain goat.
Hey ****** ******, Is the council on the fiddle, Just like Nero did in Rome, Please come and fix it, You'll need to bring a tar pit, Cause it's shaking the walls in my home.
A poem to the council about road repair that doesn't go right.