..................Fixing A 12th Hand Car Poem by elysabeth faslund
..................Fixing A 12th Hand Car
Being kept penniless was way too much!
Gonna fix my ex's car...
Hell, he couldn't do it!
Couldn't find rusted parts...
Needle-nose pliers, Phillips,
Ratchet, spit, gum...jack.
Hmmmm...reroute spark plugs
Thru the injector...
Ignition nutrition...ho hum.
Throw out carbuerator...
Manifold's too round...
Computer don't need this
Many circuits...
Turning signals' gotta go...
New fuses color the ground lovely!
Don't you agree, now that you see,
He did the same to me, to me...
Oh, and chewing gum shoved
Deep inside
That key thingy place...
No spiteful binge!
Just angelic revenge...
A lot of good sound in this Elysabeth. The narrative is great, but it is what you have done, in bringing togeytjer the word sounds that make this a real pleasure to engage with.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/23/2024 8:58:33 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Loved the title and imagery was a bit wacky Dr. Suessian. I assume it was you doing the gum pushing there at the end? Watch out it doesn't blow it out the tailpipe. -chuck