There we were filling this hole...

A poem entitled DIY or There we were filling this hole. Our roads are so rough We need some black stuff I know lads that will do it real cheap They ll start late at night When street lights are bright And be finished when you wake from sleep They

A poem entitled "DIY" or "There we were filling this hole."

Our roads are so rough

We need some "black stuff"

I know lads that will do it real cheap

They'll start late at night

When street lights are bright

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And be finished when you wake from sleep

They'll fill up them holes

Won't leave it like moles

With a "top of the morning" to you

You'll enjoy a smooth ride

No joltin' inside

Broken springs or wheels on the skew

While the councils do nowt

Many rules we must flout

Like swerving about missing ruts

But if the Old Bill sees you

They'll be fines right on cue

Then you'll be the one making cuts!

Victor Aubrey

Foxton