Mechanic (an acrostic poem)

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Machine magician, doctor of octane studies, wrench whisperer

Every one of those titles match well with her engine grease pedicure

Changing the blown out head gasket of an Oldsmobile 442

Her wizardry breathed life back into that smoke belching dragon

And by the end it bent to her will, purring with all eight cylinders

Now ready to consume as much blacktop and gasoline as could be reached by the tip of the pedal

It was the masterful application of her sorcery and to celebrate its completion she pushed her mount to the max

Causing twin black streaks as evidence of her passing as she rode the beast into the distance

Drive (an acrostic poem)

Determined to get one more thing done

Rachel ignored the warning signs and barreled on

If she had just paid more attention

Viewing the road ahead enabled her to achieve above and beyond

Engine light went unnoticed until its prophecy came true

 

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Plane (an acrostic poem)

Plainly the aircraft needed work

Little things like the engine missing gave it away

All that being said, Bob was very tempted

Not everyone owned their very own F-16

Even if it was only 1/12^th scale

 

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Thrilled (an acrostic poem)

There was only so much adrenaline that could flood her system

Helen felt the seat vibrate as the engine revved

Rolling through the corner with the gas pedal on the floor

If she could just squeeze out a bit more speed

Looking for an opening to make her move

Leaping at her chance she dove to the bottom, hoping her car would stick

Even with the other car, she slowly drifted up the track

Determined to never be left behind again

 

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Drugged (an acrostic poem)

Didn’t know I was so addicted

Reality breaks without you

Until I am huddled in my bed shivering from withdrawal

Give me another hit

Get my engine running again

End this horrible feeling I have in my soul

Don’t ever leave me again, sweety

 

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