So Pat was sitting waiting for his car. For an oil change was needed and thankfully that was all at our bar. But he sat and listened to the goobly gook of the mechanic and some rather rude mook. Back and forth they went with the mook having to vent. They used terms Pat never knew. I guess the cat will have to repeat it for all of you.
The slider thing is off.
The air cooler thing has a cough.
The storing back latch.
Has a curved hook hatch.
The wire to the sound,
Is no longer found.
It was the transwhack a mole.
Must have been that extra coal.
I knew I shouldn't have used that.
But I wanted to use my engineer hat.
The noise making steering wheel.
Seems to have a raw deal.
It click and clacks from side to side.
Causing for a bumpy ride.
That trumpet in the middle,
Should be replaced by a fiddle.
Wouldn't it be fun to honk a fiddle tune?
All could dance under the moon.
Don't confuse it with a banjo,
Or in the woods all would go.
To do what I don't want to know.
That thingy magiggy started to glow.
I think it's the wheel well.
A screw is causing all of this Hell.
I got screwed and didn't even know it.
You have to like the cat's wit.
Even if the Jack Frost killer.
Is off in some movie thriller.
The brake glades leak.
Should a doctor I seek?
Speaking of that,
Someone hid my floor mat.
Shouldn't it stay with Fred Flintstone wheels?
No wonder that place had such good deals.
They had my rearview looker thing inside out.
It always made me twist and shout.
The going hole thing for the key,
Really confuses me.
My screwdriver fits in.
Why can't I ever win?
If only head beams had sun glasses.
My ride would appeal to the masses.
Could save the eyes of many too.
Those highlights could hurt your view.
Speaking of which,
My cars baldness much itch.
A good head of hair,
Would make it that much more rare.
It could go on the goer block.
That would make people gawk.
Some motor water would be nice.
Fill it up twice.
Add some swishy fluid too.
And it will look brand new.
Give the cracks some duct tape and super glue.
I guaruntee it will hold until the next time I see you.
And so it went that after the mook had his little vent. He drove his duct taped car away and it was quite the awful display. Surprised it is even allowed on the road. Probably be faster to hop a toad. Oh and the cat embleshed a bit as Pat isn't such a nitwit. He can at least work the key hole. That is a high goal. Don't you think? At least the car isn't pink. Fun to sit and watch some sass. Makes for quite the tale from my little rhyming ass.
Fill your rummer, get drunk all summer.