Sinkhole Stinkhole

Mother Nature’s gaping void.
A huge stink of a hole to avoid.
Don’t stare directly into the brownness.
Like staring at the sun, it’s pure madness.
Inside may be a foul haemorrhoid.

Suddenly the earth shifts, onset of winking.
The sinkhole is doing the opposite of shrinking!
The stinky opening widens and gapes.
If I stand too close there’ll be no escape!
I leap away and avoid the dreaded sinking.

But Mother Nature has me in her sights!
Her brown eye expands with incredible might.
The ground beneath me crumbles away.
I stumble as my feet try to find a way.
But alas! I fall backwards into the pit of shite!

Pure Pooetry

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