Mechanic (an acrostic poem)

Image: By Sicnag – 1964 Oldsmobile 442 2 door Hardtop, CC BY 2.0, https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=45448417

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

Trick (an acrostic poem)

The magician pulled up her sleeves and pulled out her bestest smile

Reaching out she produced the deck of cards out of thin air

It amazed the onlookers, but that was just the appetizer

Crafting more magic she took her audience on a journey, but suddenly they disappeared

Keeping her eyes closed, she wished the dream never had to end

 

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