Mister Fix It
He came to her doorstep with his tool
He aimed to fix her problem with minimal use of joules
With his magic tool in hand
There he stood tall, dark, and handsome. Yes, Mr. Fix It man
She opened up and welcomed him into her abode
Her heart skipped a beat as her wistful eyes held a story untold
He saw what he thought was the problem so with no hesitation he went to work
He proudly commanded his tool so he could fix the hurt
Mr. Fix It worked and worked and worked some more
The joule count started to rise as he continued to explore
He had had so much success in the past, hence the name Mr. Fix It
But this time he could tell this job was different; there was more that he couldn't see that was in it
The more Mr. Fix It worked; it became abundantly clear
The type of work she needed was much, much deeper
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