Venerated Puissant Prophet Kindled Karma Hallelujah
Venerated puissant prophet kindled karma - hallelujah!
Higher power our prayer for vehicle addressed
courtesy deliverance kindred lady luck,
we (the missus and me) blessed,
whereby each our expanded bosom
nearly burst forth
(think analogous stuffed to hilt treasure chest)
managing without access
to automobile we did detest
metaphorically a deterrent
on par with climbing Mount Everest.
Wheel of fortune finds and concedes
good n plenty humor to cultivate
yours truly fielding mixed metaphor barley
without any sense and sensibility freight
not, neither pride nor prejudice to illustrate
merely lame jesting nsync with late
catcher in the wry methodology to obfuscate
dear reader, how ye will rate
poetic endeavor that doth undulate
without meaningful rhyme or reason.
Good karma iz reason
carefree mood I do avail
at expense of anonymous readers who bewail
lack of any cogent tangent scrunching brow
at each general detail
regarding my general disposition
ordinarily electric kool aid test without fail
permeates thru skin, sinew, muscle and bone
today unusually hearty and hale
lemme cut to the chase,
and explain why I feel spry
as vaguely iterated above,
our worse fate than being in jail
or being stranded at sea minus a lugsail
if surmised we acquired a vehicle
(2009 Hyundai Sonata - gold color)
ye figuratively hit nail
on head, thus ameliorating transportation woe,
which plight did prevail
since latter days of January 2020
finding the missus to rant and rail
constantly bemoaning accursed unfair travail.
Bless gratitude of Boyce Brandon Harris
mine nonagenarian papa
experiencing declining health
(he currently lives
at Normandy Farms retirement community
within Blue Bell, Pennsylvania),
his driving days came to screeching halt.
Though beset with setbacks
the endeavor to relinquish keys
(regarding aforementioned automobile)
into the hands of yours truly
courtesy coronavirus beast
presented quite thee challenge.
Initially karma dad owned (still does)
necessitated getting towed to garage
named G & S Tire & Auto
1798 Dekalb Pike, Blue Bell, PA 19422
father heavily praised above,
the mechanics (purportedly
both brothers - ordinary Joes)
patiently bided their time
awaiting insurance information
plus registration –
legal needed documentation
end result found endeavor
pulled off without a hitch.
Copyright © Matthew Harris | Year Posted 2020
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