poetry

Gas Gauge

Sally

Hey, look! You’re full
I’m holding my arm up high
You put that gas in and I pull
Up to the “F” — up to the sky

Okay — I’m not there anymore
You drove a bit, the gas level is down
But hey! That’s what I’m for!
So you don’t hit empty driving ’round!

’tis such a simple task that I perform
Positioning myself in such a way
From “F” to “E” – yes, I inform
How many miles you can go today

This is my response to this week’s SoCS challenge: use full/empty in a post.

The idea was very stream-of-consciousness, but I confess, I didn’t write the post without any edits. Rhyming poems take an edit or two.

This is also my response to this week’s W3 post which challenged us to write a poem with a subject that “must be an unimportant, non-emotive object that carries no nostalgia, metaphorical uplift, or symbolic gravitas. It simply is.” I’d say the gas gauge on my car fits the bill.

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10 thoughts on “Gas Gauge”

    1. Ha ha! Welcome to the USA where we are always behind the times. When I travel into Canada, I have to try to readjust my thinking for the kilometers per hour.

      When I was in school 50 years ago, I remember being told that we were the last class that was going to be learning the English system of measurement — everyone else was going to be moving to metric. Guess my teacher was wrong.

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      1. Yeah, my adult kids tease me when I use F sometimes instead of celsius…my response is, well, when I want to say how HOT it is, it sounds hotter in F. lol for years we had both miles and Km until we could get used to it. But my weight sounds better in metric lol and pleased the nurses here use metric 🙂

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