Parts Unknown
(Or, Every Mechanic’s Estimate)
Your discombobulator sprang a leak
That rusted out the manitorken springs,
Which cracked the carbomatic where it’s weak
And warped the hydropaniformic slings.
This made your floriturbometric struts
Drop down and block the posipinrod flow,
And that stripped out the keratonic nuts;
These hold the transcominions from below.
I think that while the comprostater’s out,
Your camterfusion gear should be replaced—
It’s disconnected from the spintergout,
So all your pneumocandoms need respaced.
The camaforic fluid’s very gray,
Which points to deficlusion in the base.
And though your hemispanic looks okay
I recommend a new one just in case.
Behind Every Cloud
My car wouldn’t start and the bus didn’t show;
The boss blew his top ’cause he could.
No job now, no money, it’s 20 below—
Things aren’t good.
The power’s cut off, I’ve got nowhere to turn:
Old friends all say “broke—sorry, lad”
(Though out on the town they have money to burn).
This is bad.
No food in my cupboard, the dog ran away,
Eviction’s begun on my flat.
But Sadie just told me she’s leaving today,
So there’s that.
Critic’s Choice
My latest book has caught one fan’s attention;
Five stars now on Amazon, woo-hoo!
Deep gratitude, Oh Reader, merits mention:
Thanks, Mom, for that really nice review.