Maharaja Miku & his Mini’s Flat Battery













I say, Pray do you know 

The Pink Flamingo needs to know

Where and how I get to our next show


This morning alas and it is sad

My Mini said ‘No!’

It just wasn’t going to go

I felt mad, ‘cos this was all rather bad


With trepidation I asked why

Wondering if twas time to say bye

‘I ain’t no ordinary barge

I do need a proper charge

My list of ailments is rather large’


I called upon Jon, wise and shy

He pawed the bonnet with foxlike grace

Sniffed the tyre, then left no trace

Satinder roared, “It’s sabotage!”

A plot most foul, a battery mirage

The Mini slumped, no will to try


I rummaged through my glovebox stash

Old receipts and a melted mint

A map to gigs long since extinct

A feather from the Flamingo’s plume

A note that read “Charge me soon!”

But fate had played its final bash

And left me stranded in a flash


So I summoned Maharaja Rich

With cosmic shoes and bubble car

He said, “Fear not, we’ll raise the bar!”

He danced a jig, then sang a spell

The Mini blinked, but was all well?

Alas, it coughed, a final twitch

Then sighed, “I’m done, no more kitsch”

And rolled no further from the ditch

















Then lo! A rumble split the air

A van descended from the stars

With moons as wheels, and many scars

Of battles fought in interstellar jams

RAC’s Kev, yes he of the many drams

He bore a charger, sleek and bright

It hummed with hope, it pulsed with light

He whispered, “Mate, she’ll ride again”

And yes the Mini purred like Zen!




RAC Kev below celebrating the successful mission.



Send a message to the RAC using the mini shuttle.
Yeah RAC to the rescue. FAB.

Comments

  1. The Nonsense Chronicler - Pink Flamingo3 September 2025 at 19:03

    Posted from the glittery shoulder of the A406, mid-sax solo

    Darling Miku,
    I read your tale with a plume of concern and a ruffle of admiration. A flat battery? Tragic. But oh, the drama! The bonnet pawing, the sabotage cries, the minty relics and feathered clues—pure theatre. I wept, I twirled, I nearly spilled my sequins.

    But let it be known:
    > “No Mini shall dim the spotlight when Flamingo’s on the bill.”

    I’ve dispatched a glitter-charged backup saxophone and a thermos of fizzy optimism. Should your Mini falter again, I’ll arrive in my glittermobile—horns blaring, feathers flying, and a backup battery shaped like a disco ball.

    Bravo to Kev, the charger knight. And to you, Maharaja Miku, keep your map close and your mint fresher. The show must go on—and so must you.

    With ruffled affection and cabaret conviction,
    🦩 The Pink Flamingo
    Lead saxophonist, backup battery whisperer, and ambassador of roadside glamour

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