The Best Bush Mechanic Poem by Paul Warren

He was an old fella in overalls
With a greasy rags hanging out of his pockets all
And his finger nails were bordered in black
From the years fixin' engines on his back

He worked hard every day
Burnin' daylight was not his way
And I rolled into town behind a truck
My car givin' in being out of luck

He took one look at the car
And wiped his hands with a rag so far
With a look of thinkin' hard and long
"Well give me a couple a hours and I'll have her purring a song"

So we left him to the work to be done
And went to the town cafe for a meal all along
A few hours later he turned up to the cafe
Again wiping his hands for the grease
Saying, "Mate, Gudday"

"Well I'm not too up on these modern engines
But I fixed it up this time havin' won again"
So we paid up for theservice made
With a smile and another legend making the grade.

© Paul Warren Poetry