With our roads in a hole-y terror after our long and hard winter, we asked readers to vent about potholes in verse. Here is a sampling of your pothole haikus.
There's one new pothole
That I heard about last week
That has a Starbucks.
George Kittell, Richfield
A resounding crash,
Hubcap spins merrily away,
My mechanic smiles.
Matt Kramer, Shoreview
Holes in the pavement
It's a look into hist'ry
Seeing old brick road
Aaron Shaffer, Minneapolis
Treacherous roadways
Pops of tires and curses
Minnesota spring
Sara Mutchler, St. Louis Park
Dangerous season
for bicyclists not wanting
to go spelunking.
Cole Sarar, Minneapolis
Hit the pothole. Jolt!
Flying saucer?  No, hubcap.
Wish car could hover.
Martha Ward, Plymouth
East Minnehaha
Parkway of misaligned wheels
Makes my lug nuts ache
Mark Johanson, St. Paul
My husband pushes
Slush splatters as the wheels spin
I long for a horse.
Holly Day, Minneapolis
Winter to summer.
Where's our spring?  Where's our smooth ride?
Where's my suspension?
Stephanie Wilbur Ash, Minneapolis
On the road again
It is a typical day
Suddenly ruined.
Mark Efron, Golden Valley
It's just a puddle
a shallow harmless puddle
hiding a broken axle.
Michael McKinney, St. Paul
Driving on gouged roads
is a concrete reminder:
my taxes are due
Sarah Turner, St. Paul
Rubber eating pit
A great depth it has to it
Now I must retire
Steve Ketcham, Edina
Harbinger of spring
Road becomes a slalom course
Thrills! sans gold medal
Marcia F. Gardner, Minnetonka
When filled with water:
"We are just friendly puddles"
"Psych! We're murderholes!"
Bradley Hunt, Minneapolis
In winter, don't fail.
Holes that eat, are ankle deep.
Swerve, brace, you poor tires.
Patti Keiper, Hopkins
Perched perfect portal
Perchance plummet pondering
Pebble patched potholes
Lisa J. Yankton, Brooklyn Center
ooops! another one
craters of oblivion
up and down the road
Colleen Casey, St. Paul
A gaping chasm
Separates the street from the store
We're just here for beer.
Holly Day, Minneapolis
First bike ride of spring
Damned pothole sends me tumbling
First road rash of spring.
Holly Day, Minneapolis
Franklin Avenue:
shallow grave swallows my car
just before Third Street.
Cole Sarar, Minneapolis