Mechanical? I am not!
Any cogs? Not in my brain!
Gears clinking? Pshaw! I forgot –
No – machinery’s a bane
I truly don’t get motors.
Laugh at my utter absence
Of comprehension. Rotors?
Quite a puzzle. I’ve no sense!
Use this gizmo? Okay — yes
Explain its operation?
No way! — I’d rather address
This flow’r than mechanization
The W3 challenge this week involved a dive into “vintage mechanical marvels: music boxes, paddle steamers, tractor engines, grandfather clocks, fob watches, steamships, penny-farthings—you name it.” We were told to “Craft a poem inspired by these bygone mechanisms—let your mind whirl and tick with poetic possibility. And here’s the twist: be sure to include the word ‘magniloquent’ somewhere in your poem!”
For the record, “Magniloquent describes language that is intended to sound very impressive and important, or a person who uses such language.” (From Merriam-Webster)
This poem doesn’t use magniloquent — but I did make it an acrostic.
I really DON’T understand mechanical anything. Music boxes are beautiful for the sound that comes out of them. I like tractors because I love the smell of freshly mown hay and the neat rows of it in the field. Fob watches can have beautiful cases, but better I like the way it feels — the ways its curves nestle into my palm, its weight in my hand.
Hot Dogs and Marmalade 
Sally, a great acrostic poem! I had to ponder how to use magniloquent in my poem – it isn’t a word you commonly hear in everyday use! You acrostic is a beautiful way to get that word into your poem (very clever)! And I have to agree that an antique fountain pen has a particular feel that gives rise to the poetic muse similar to the hand feel and weight of an antique pocket watch!