Venerated paternal puissant prophet...

His buzzfeeding spirit jump started

and kindled eternally his uplifting karma,

thus I present genuine psalm

remembrance of things past hallelujah!

Lemme automatically shift figurative gears

and apprise thee dear reader,

when a series of irreversible unfortunate events
accelerated our dependence on Karen Winkle

(another resident here at Highland Manor),

who drove yours truly and the missus

on various and sundry errands
(circa ~ early 2020 BC - before coronavirus)

and in fact lent us keys to her car.

Higher power our prayer

for vehicle unwittingly addressed

courtesy deliverance kindred lady luck,

we (the missus and me) blessed,

whereby each our collective

expanded bosom nearly burst forth

(think analogous stuffed

to hilt treasure chest)

managing without access
transporting ourselves

to and fro, hither and yon

at the merciful kindness

afforded us by above named gal

to lack automobile we did detest

metaphorically a deterrent

on par with climbing Mount Everest.

Wheel of fortune finds and concedes

good n plenty humor to cultivate

yours truly fielding mixed metaphor barley

without any sense and sensibility freight

not, neither pride nor prejudice to illustrate

merely lame jesting nsync with late

catcher in the wry methodology to obfuscate

dear reader, how ye will rate

poetic endeavor that doth undulate

without meaningful rhyme or reason.

Good instant karma iz reason

carefree mood I do avail

at expense of anonymous readers who bewail

lack of any cogent tangent scrunching brow
at each general detail

regarding my general disposition

ordinarily electric kool aid test without fail

permeates thru skin, sinew, muscle and bone

today unusually hearty and hale

lemme cut to the chase,

and explain why I feel spry

as vaguely iterated above,

our worse fate than being in jail

or being stranded at sea minus a lugsail

if surmised we acquired a vehicle

(2009 Hyundai Sonata - gold color)

ye figuratively hit nail

on head, thus ameliorating transportation woe,

which plight did prevail

(as iterated above)

since latter days of January 2020

finding the missus to rant and rail

constantly bemoaning accursed unfair travail.

Bless gratitude of Boyce Brandon Harris

mine then nonagenarian papa

at that time experienced declining health
and since passed away

seventeen plus months ago;

he formerly lived at Normandy Farms,

upscale retirement community

within Blue Bell, Pennsylvania.

After his driving days came to screeching halt,

though beset with setbacks

the endeavor to relinquish keys

(regarding aforementioned automobile)

into the hands of yours truly

courtesy coronavirus beast

presented quite thee challenge.

Initially karma dad owned

necessitated getting towed to garage

named G & S Tire & Auto
1798 Dekalb Pike, Blue Bell, PA 19422

father heavily praised above,

the mechanics (purportedly

both brothers - ordinary mothered Joes)

patiently bided their time
awaited insurance information
plus registration -

legal needed documentation

end result found endeavor

pulled off without a hitch.