The Hunt Poem by Deluke Muwanigwa

The Hunt For The Offending Coil Pack

It was an even harder hunt
Harder than that of Red October
The Hunt For The Offending Coil Pack
There were illusions within delusions

For,
hunting for a submarine is easy
You have powerful periscopes
Sonar which practically sees around corners
Underwater Doppler machines
And the thrill of the chase despite what is faced.

I tried to figure out why my car was misfiring
Choking and gurgling and spluttering
It could have been the sensors in the throttle body
Somebody gave me different sensors
I fitted them
The car choked, gurgled and spluttered.

The next hunt was within the firing system
Removed coil packs and plugs
In the vast eight plug and coil packs wilderness
I found nothing
An instrument specialist came for diagnosis
The prognosis was there was no hidden agenda there

The search for the offending coil pack continued
Much like the search for Red October
Only much harder
There was no political agenda
Only a hard long search
My car suffering in the lurch

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