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

Gadgets (an acrostic poem)

Getting ahead these days screams for electronics

Andrew felt like he was a cyborg because of it

Doing common things without using his phone, watch, tablet

Gave him the creeps.  It was like being in the middle-ages

Electrons flowed through his veins, he was sure of it

Then the worst case happened, he was on a trip and forgot his chargers

So when his friends found Andrew in a comatose state, they mourned his passing

 

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