Jun 8, 2017

A Sappy Poem

When Mechanics Write Love Poems

I can't unbolt you, look under your hood,
fix all that is broken, tune what's still good.
Can't rebuild your carb, reset your jets,
advance your timing, get everything set.
Can't sand all your fenders, make everything smooth,
air up your tires and check they're not grooved,
paint you as if a fountain of youth.

So I guess I'll just drive you just as you are
hoping you'll forgive the reference to cars
for I'm just a mechanic-- a man of wrenches--
whose gone a bit crazy and lost all his senses.