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The Mechanic
                             Frank Halliwell

Sam was a gynecologist,
But he'd done his last swab,
For after ten long years, he had
Grown weary of the job.

So he took down his diploma,
And the shingle off the door,
To seek a new horizon for
His talents to explore.

Now trees and shrubs were not his style
He'd shun those jobs botanic,
But wheels and gears might be the thing
..He'd be a car mechanic!

So off he went to take a course
To learn how someone solves
Why cylinders go up and down
While gears and wheels revolve.

He graduated at the top,
The hero of his class.
His marks were of the highest
Any student had amassed!

To-morrow was the 'practical',
The very final test,
And each and every student
Would be straining for his best.

An automotive engine was
Spread out along the floor
And he had just a single hour
To make that engine roar!

Sam was the last to take the test,
The head judge waved okay..
A wrench was slapped into his hand..
The test was underway.

His fingers moved at blinding speed,
His moves precise and neat.
And long before the closing bell
The engine was complete.

He nodded it was ready and
A judge switched on the key.
The engine roared without a miss
..Sam was the top trainee!

He was awarded record points
The reasons obvious!
When asked about those record points
The coach explained it thus:

'I've never seen a job so slick,
Without one washer lost,
...Or seen an engine rebuilding
Performed through the exhaust..!
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