There he sits around his bench,
Where he works with so much at stake.
Plans to bring back his lovely wench,
She lay there in a mindless wake.
Forged together are women and machine
Lost to this world as it seems.
The tinkerer works on his scheme,
His mind is boiling full of steam
Clocks are like us he believes,
"Built it right to last my life!"
Fallacious reasoning he conceives
For even a clock will tick, tick, stop
As she lay there, beep, beep, beep.
He tries and cries to say his goodbyes,
Now can't she take that final leap?
But there is one last piece, he decries
For a man in white appears in his eyes
Together they sit, the tinker and the thinker
Will they surmise her a great sunrise?
Beep, beep, beep, nothing is left to tinker.
Events transpired late last night,
The tinkerer drank a might alright!
Lost sight of the road just right,
The tinkerer killed his wife last night...
