#2022 November PAD Chapbook Challenge
Day 16 16.11.22
Prompt: Write a panel poem
Dead Panel Waiting for the tow truck camped at the bar, all the old guys suddenly experts, it'll be this, it'll be that, bound to be the transmission or any of the myriad parts named by those old guys, my sister had one of those, followed by thin recommendations of what to do solutions, it's probably the carby said with mechanical gravitas, truck arrived after the chorus with mechanic in tow, after which a verdict was offered, the computer panel had died, now the old guys are silent. Copyright 2022 ©Paul Vincent Cannon All Rights Reserved ®️
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I love it! Oh, those poor old guys.
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There are a few that I based it on, they do go on a bit 🙂
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I’ve observed a few of those old guys in my life as well.
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Ha, you can’t miss them can you?
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Nope!
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Isn’t that the truth! We don’t need mechanics anymore; we need computer engineers. 🙂 Your poem gave me a smile. The power seat broke in my 2016 car and how I long for the manual seat from my cars of the past.
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i know that feeling
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Computers seem to rule the world.
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Hahahaha yes can picture this scene
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So many times eh? 🙂
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