He’s an ugly monster,
Or maybe it’s a she.
In this darkness,
Really hard to see.
Its life came from the rain,
Freezing temperatures.
Cannot predict its birth.
Not really sure when.
So, if I had eyes,
In the back of my head.
I’d gone a different way,
Away from here instead.
But, it is too late.
I’ve traveled way too far.
A big honking pothole,
Just devoured my car.
But, hold on, wait a minute,
It could have been worse,
I landed on another car,
Guy inside gave me a boost.
I promised to call the tow truck,
So he could be towed out,
Next time be more aware,
And, take a different route.
Because you’ll not know when,
You’ll fall in its grip,
Just a freak of the season,
Keep your eyes out for it.