My Scooter
I have a scooter made in Eighty six
Which usually starts
After four and ninety kicks
To get detected its numerous snags
I spend hours in a garage
Yet its perfect health
Eludes me like a mirage
Often the oilseal leak
Or the oring and the kick
Sometimes clutch goes haywire
Or suddenly there is flat tyre
Many a times in the midst of traffic
Abruptly stops and refuses to move
And i have to take it aside for spark-plug
To remove and check carbon deposit
But with shock dicover missing of tools-kit
Mechanics widely differ in diagnosis
Some think its compression is low
Others find fault with petrol's flow
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