We may be broke dollar-wise, but we’re rich in potholes!
Let’s celebrate our wealth with some appropriate limericks.
There was a pothole in Cloquet
That was always, somehow, in the way.
When your car took its pounding
The noise was astounding
And bolts were seen rolling away.
A pothole in Inver Grove Heights
Was replete with suburban delights.
It had flora and fauna
A dock and a sauna
And mini-golf under the lights.
In an ancient pothole in St. Paul
Hieroglyphics were found on one wall
But their worth was debunked
by each car that ka-chunked
and the water that blasted them all.
Got a pothole story? A limerick of your own? Share the pain!
Trail Baboon 
There once was a pothole Southwest,
Alignment destruction was ever its quest.
Each car strut it took
Each axel it shook
Gave it ample proof it was best!
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The pot holes here in Mankato,
Will make our new Scion a crato.
We could park it til autumn,
But state budget’s at bottom,
So we’ll just let it turn into play-d0.
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A pothole on Diamond Lake Road
Took the form and the shape of a toad
Soon more were nearby
With no hue and cry
These holes had a great Morse code
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Kensington has a very old pot hole,
Minnesota’s original model.
It was dug by the Vikings?
Not to everyone’s liking.
Some consider it twaddle.
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A pot hole near Duluth was ignored,
Into it no concrete was poured.
Soon a lake it was named,
And the shoreline was claimed,
And lined with saunas adored.
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bingo
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Oh, for to be so clever so early in the morning I long…thanks for an early morning laugh, y’all…with more to come, no doubt.
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One pot hole up in St. Peter,
Made an old Gustie ready to Tweeter.
As he started to text,
His car went in next.
To an Olie it couldn’t be sweeter.
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double bingo
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well done, oh bard.
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MiG — thinking of you today, a poetry day!
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Cap’n Billie will chew on his liver,
His timbers will all be a-shiver.
For a pothole arose,
Don’t you suppose,
In the Middle of the Mississippi River.
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Arrrrrrrr.
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I do have a pothole story, but I’m not cleaver enough to put it in limerick form. This was a few weeks ago. I was driving north on Rice Street near the state capitol, following a truck. The truck hit a pothole, and a shovel flew off the back and landed in the street.
The truck bore the name Pro Patch Pothole Repair.
Guys, you might want to go back and pick up your shovel. And while you’re there, how ’bout patching that pothole?
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So glad it didn’t land on your windshield!
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I suspected this group would be creative enough to take care of this for me. 😆
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When the potholes are starting to hatch
Keep your tools well secured with a latch.
If you drive unaware
Shovels take to the air
While attempting to finish the patch.
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a pothole repair truck did find
a pothole but not quite in time
when the hole it detected
its shovel ejcted
and allowed us to make up this rhyme
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There are potholes in the Bakken
that make the oil men weep.
The trucks fall in, the roughnecks
curse, but their profits still are steep.
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pawlentys legacy we get to drive on
the tire stores they do get to thrive on
we could offer tax breaks
to the tea party flakes
for things other than roads to arrive on
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Huzzah!
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There was a pothole in St Paul
Into it a Sherpa Intimida did fall
It filled the hole full
And that is no bull
It’s a good thing the Sherpa’s so tall.
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It’s a mighty big car!
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my volvo it fell in a hole
and it passed up a telephone pole
two truck and three women
in a pool they were swimming
and a power plant running on coal
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loring park has two hundred and seven
on a one to ten scale rate eleven
the traffic down there
has learned just not to care
blah blah blah they all sound just like bleven
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potholes and spring go together
like peas and corn two birds of a feather
you kind of get used to
the roads that abuse you
we can talk about that or the weather
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excellent
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there was a pot hole from nantuckit
whose girth was so large it got stuck it
just could not get loose
and all that road juice
came equipt with a straw so you’d suck it
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Eeeew.
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Off the pothole topic (and poetic in a different way) – how lovely to hear Mike Pengra’s voice on RH this morning. He’s interviewing Mother Banjo. 🙂
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thanks
got to it
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RIse and Shine Baboons:
It will take me all day to invent one measely little limerick and look at all of you!
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A challenge from Blogmaster Connelly:
In verse, a pothole homily.
You may ver well ask
Will we stay on the task.
Perhaps, but then only nominally.
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you know this group well clyde it true
your predictions provide ample clues
and its always a pleasure
when writing in your leisure
to see the thoughts your brain has worked through
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tim, you are the holy grail,
against which we all pale.
But now that I retired
I am fully inspired
To be the pothole on the Baboon Trail.
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if you’re the pothole were all doormats
on the musqualunge we’d be the bilge rats
the daily thoughts you lay out there
make us dopes when compared
to a healthy retirement, we’d all adore that
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Completely OT. I stopped at my local hardware store this morning and sitting right there on the counter at the register was BABY Anti Monkey Butt! For diaper rash. The hardware guys had no idea why I was laughing!
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wow
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pot holes in Clarks Grove are not tolerated
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could you get them to make some proclaimation about tea partiers too?
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tim, you can probably get any kind of proclaimation you want in Clarks Grove if you hang out at the coffee shop in the gas station.
I didn’t intend to post that single line. The key board on my computer is playing tricks on me.
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Hit a pothole on West River Road,
Not so good for my tire did it bode.
Made it home, but then later
We had to inflate ‘er
Now when near a pothole, I’m slowed.
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fabulous
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Glad you were slowed and not towed.
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pot holes in Clarks Grove are not tolerated
when not filled the street crew is berated
but at the edge of the village
is a big one that needs fillage
and the county crews’ failure to fill it has been loudly stated
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Oy, y’all are in RARE form! 🙂
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Also completely OT…is anyone thinking of going to the St. Agnes sale on Saturday? I crave raisin rye.
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Oh, I wish I were. But I promised the teenager that we would go to the opening of the Mill City Farmers Market. They’re having a pancake breakfast and farm animals!
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Goats, I presume…?
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We can only hope!
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did someone say goats? Mill City FM didn’t invite us….
here’s one we missed also:
http://www.ferryplazafarmersmarket.com/events/2011/goat-festival-2
sorry no poetry – but you all are so bright and funny! thanks!
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the popemobile falls in a pothole
and we say there goes one holy soul
the pope he gets out
and he begins to shout
he wants a small fishing motor to troll
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My driveway is gravel and full of holes too
I scrape and I blade like I don’t know who
In the rain they’re ponds
Just need the palm fronds
And a pool boy with a tray to serve drinks upon
(I know it doesn’t rhyme… couldn’t come up with anything! The rest of you make it look so easy. Fun, Thanks! )
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try switching from the #4 gravel to the #5 gravel before you blade it in.
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funny thought ben
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The pothole on Lyndale is a chasm
Putting my poor little tires in a spasm.
If I just had the nerve.
It would be easier to swerve,
But as is, I just can’t avoid `em!
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Today on the way to Waseca,
Saw a pothole the size of Sebeka.
As soon as I’ve sad it,
I know I’ll regret it,
But maybe we should move to Topeka.
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There are potholes in Northfield on Maple
That make my commute quite mis-rable.
If I’d just ride my bike
Or make it a hike
My trip would me more enjoy-able.
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Well done all!
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Indeed – fun reading today.
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One of those days that it’s way worth it to check back late in evening… 🙂
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