ㅁ Most potholes could not be compared to you: the greatest obstacle I had yet seen. So stealthily did you lie there, it's true, awaiting my car's tires - you were quite mean. The way to deal with creatures of your sort involves a dodging kind of driving skill. In fact it can resemble healthy sport, but doubts and worries lurk beyond each hill. Perhaps I sped along a bit too fast. It seems I could have slowed down just a bit. The luck I'd had in swerving could not last. My god, that thing looked like a giant pit! But in the end I simply hit the brake. Behold, a pothole like unto a lake.
– a sonnet in iambic pentameter.
