Come children, and let me tell you the tale
Of the battery that was not all well.
Instead of purring, like a small kitten
Bryce’s car started like a dog, bitten;
For, under the hood, there lived a small beast;
Upon the battery, he loved to feast.
For many weeks, Bryce went out with cables,
But each time, returned fazed and unable.
He called on his prudent, parental allies,
To help him escape a certain demise.
With new unknown ideas, fresh in his head,
He thought and concentrated, then went to bed.
He came out early the very next morn’
And readied for battle, his mind reformed.
But as he approached the fiend’s lair,
His heart turned to stone, to his great despair
The monster had taken control of the locks,
And hidden himself down under the shocks!
Defeated again, Bryce left in a race,
And hurried toward home, to solve his case.
Finally, he sought out wise man Google;
Who he knew, rightly, to be no such fool.
“You must seek Expert Auto Electric
If you wish for your car again to tick.”
So, Bryce went and found this very strange place,
Who knew of some with a similar case.
Carlos, the leader, came out with his tools,
But the coward beast thought all of them fools.
Still, Carlos came at it, all full of smarts,
And he wounded the beast into two parts!
Seeing defeat, right now before its eyes,
The beast hid deeper, down in the dark lines.
Again came Carlos, with pliers in twos,
Checking each and every single fuse.
The beast was found among the power-locks,
But croaked quickly upon Carlos’ knock.
Therefore, the battery-beast being slain,
Bryce leaped in the air, but only in vain.
For brave Carlos, having destroyed the beast,
Now wanted his money, for fine treats.
So Bryce paid up, ecstatic with cheer,
Since the beast was gone meant nothing to fear.
