In a town not too far, but not too near,
Lived a man named Freddie, with a problem severe.
His car would shudder, his engine would cough,
For his fuel was filthy, and his troubles were tough.
Freddie tried all he could, every trick in the book,
From stirring to shaking, he'd give it a look.
He filtered and strained, he scrubbed and he rubbed,
But his fuel remained grimy, oh how he was snubbed!
He tried a big sieve and a tiny mesh screen,
But his efforts, alas, were all just a dream.
His frustration grew bigger, like a balloon full of air,
For his car wouldn't run, and he tore at his hair!
Then one fine day, when hope was so thin,
He stumbled upon a fix, with a big, toothy grin.
A filter he found, with the letters M L A,
And there he thought, "This might just save the day!"
He attached it with care, to his fuel line so worn,
And oh, what a marvel! The car was reborn!
The fuel flowed pure, like a mountain-born stream,
And Freddie's car purred like a dream.
With joy in his heart and a skip in his stride,
Freddie zoomed through the town, swelling with pride.
For he had conquered his problem, with a filter so fine,
And now his car ran like a shimmering sign.
So heed this, dear friends, when your fuel's a disaster,
Don't succumb to despair, or let out a frustrated, "Blast 'er!"
Just reach for an MLA filter, you'll see,
It'll cleanse your fuel, and set your car free!
Dr MLA