Since it's the 3 month anniversary of my stinger lost to the service centre, I've decided to employ ChatGPT to write a poem. Here goes:
Lament for Kia Stinger
Oh my dear Stinger, so sleek and so fast,
A beauty that once drove me in the past.
With your roar and your purr, we'd hit the open road,
Together we'd go, wherever we chose.
But now you're gone, lost to the shop,
Your ticking sound driving them all to a flop.
For three long months, you've been in their care,
As they search for the cause of the sound that's not fair.
They've replaced parts, tried all they can,
But still the ticking persists, like a broken banjo's span.
I miss our drives, our adventures untold,
And I long for the day when you'll be back, bold.
Oh my Stinger, how I long for your return,
To the road, where our story begins to burn.
So hold on tight, my dear friend, don't despair,
For soon we'll be together, driving without care.