Hobbo's Poems
A quirky look at life from a Yorkshire poet and his dog's perspective
The Mechanic
The Mechanic The plane at the end of the runway Ground to a halt, engine stalled. It's captain, to fix it, knew one way And for a mechanic she called. The lady came out with her hammer, Soon had it fixed, with no sweat. A motorised sort of a stammer, Technically called Stutterer Jet.
Sorry. This one is beyond me.
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Female mechanic, female pilot, suffragette movement?🙂
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I figured it was about feminine freedoms. However, the closing through me for a loop. Somehow missed the relationship between Stutter Jet and suffragette.
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Just my daft sense of humour again. Word play doesn’t always work in other English speaking parts of the world. 🙂
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Oh! The stuttererjet. I see. 🙂 I did notice the two women and thought you most equitable. But the word suffragette failed to come into my head.
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Glad you got there! thanks for reading!🙂
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liking the feminine, good for you.
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Thanks!
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It’s amazing how just a shift in pronouns lift my spirits. Thanks, Hobbo.
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Did you get the suffragette reference?
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Yes, classic. 🙂
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Thought you would have!🙂
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