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A potted history of potholes

Once there was a pothole….

And as potholes go it was not an overly large one, however it seemingly had a voracious appetite for carts, horses, small children and complete ox-wagons and their oxen, drivers and passengers. (Yes, this was many years ago)
 
And so the fledgling municipal authorities decided to fill in the pothole, and to do that they needed soil and filling. A work team was sent forward to harvest enough soil and filling to do the job with.
 
However, the work team was lazy (as work teams often are), and dug a hole nearby and carted off the soil and filling to fill in the pothole.
 
and it was good.
 
However, along the way to fill the pothole some of the soil and filling was lost, so the hole that they created was a bit larger than the original pothole.
 
And it was not good because carts, horses, small children and complete ox-wagons and their oxen, drivers and passengers got lost in the newly created pothole.
 
  
and a proclamation was issued to “fix that damn pothole before we all go potty!” 
 
And so the same fledgling municipal authorities decided to fill in the pothole, and to do that they needed more soil and filling. The same work team was sent forth to fix the damn pothole.  However, the wor kteam were even lazier now (as work teams often are), and dug two holes nearby and carted off the soil and filling to fill in the pothole.
 
However, more soil and filling was lost along the way and now there were two potholes.
 
  
And the bean counters were miffed because they now had to employ two teams of workers to fill in the new potholes, not before the potholes had swallowed a little old lady, a team of horses, 6 men on the back of a cart as well as the night soil men who were not amused.
 
Send forth more workers!!!  
 
Who then created 3 potholes in their quest to fill two. and the potholes now travel around the city, occasionally visiting other cities and countries and helping to dispose of people, vehicles, complete buildings and hopefully a few 3rd rate celebrities along the way. 
 
Sadly they do not eat politicians or any of that ilk (because they may end up ill).
 
And sometimes potholes become so large that they become classed as lakes and become popular boating venues for the whole family
 
  
And somewhere out there is a team of workers digging a new pothole to find enough soil to fill the heap they were sent to repair, it is a never ending process, and as long as there are enough roads there will be potholes in them!
 
whether you like it or not.
 
The end
 
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