Nothing works continually
Little pieces wear and tear
Coming loose upsetting use
In hopeless states of disrepair
It never is the ideal time
In the wake of parts that break
Wreaking havoc on one’s even keel
No more giving left to take
Time to call in ‘Fix-My-Thingy’
To weigh it up and right the wrong
Reassuring with analysis
And hopefully won't take too long
Disconnecting and dismantling
With implacable progression
Probing with electric leads
Poker face of blank expression
Raking through a set of implements
Seeking something never found
Clicking tweaks and lever squeaks
That kind of desperation sound
Then grunts and satisfying nods
Restoring shape to snug and tight
Form and function deftly tested
‘Fix-My-Thingy’ put things right
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