The Mechanic

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..! ***