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

Ignored (an acrostic conversation)

 

I see you haven’t been paying attention to me.

Give me a break.  I always pay attention to you.

No, you’re not.  I can prove it.

Okay Ms. Smarty Pants, present your evidence.

Randy, you just told me I could paint a mural on your truck.

Evidently you didn’t know I was secretly hoping you would.

Dumbass, I actually asked you to pass the chips!

 

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Thick (an acrostic poem)

The breadth of her knowledge was tremendous, but

How could she not know something as simple and basic as this?

I approached her, my evidence in hand

Capturing her attention, I began to lay out my arguments

Kept at it even when I realized maybe I had done something stupid

 

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Trend (an acrostic poem)

To most people it would be just a couple of data points

Randi didn’t think so.  She saw a promise

Each point represented a better life

Now she had evidence that her business was going to grow

Despite the fact she only made five dollars of profit so far