Miss Pothole

A lover to many, her roads were smooth and new.

But time played its tricks, and now she's a mess,

With potholes so deep, they'd put your love to the test.

Kla, oh Kla, you once were a beauty,

Your roads were a marvel, a driver's sweet duty.

But now it's a struggle, a treacherous ride,

With bumps and with craters, where true love might hide.

We'd cruise through your veins, the traffic a breeze,

As if you were flirting, a sweet urban tease.

But now you just laugh, with your roads all askew,

Kla, we once loved you, but what did you do?

You traded your grace for a bumpy embrace,

Now our cars rattle and shake, a true vehicular disgrace.

Oh Kla, you've changed, you're not who we knew,

From a city of dreams to a pothole-filled zoo.

But maybe, just maybe, we'll find love again,

When you fix all your roads and we can drive without pain.