In honor of Father’s Day, I decided to try and find common ground with engineering. While not all fathers are engineers and not all engineers are fathers, they often have one thing in common: love of power tools! And so I thought I’d write an ode to those wonderful things that allow us to be the heroes we need to be (but not the heroes others deserve 😉 ). This poem is an Horatian Ode in the style of Percy Bysshe Shelley.
O power tools, great utility! We salute you
For in our haste we need provided brunt
To drill a hole or secure a loose screw
prevent our everlasting, straining grunts
That is, of course, if our blades be not blunt.
When questioning the project we must finish
our power tools are the “how” to our “what”
Though our abilities they shan’t ever diminish
They ensure the straighest, surest cut
And most importantly leave time to sit on our butts.
ps. I thought that a poem would be an easy post for today, but I spent more time trying to figure out meter and rhyme than I usually take to write posts!