Feeling Big Poem by Greg Costello

The bonnet up was the invitation.
The car being worked on
Signalled an air of perfectionism-fuelled
Narkiness and impatience,
That I was offering to enter into.

When the thought of me being a nuisance,
Had been balanced against
The fact that I was
Showing an interest,
He introduced me to the tools.

I was all fingers and thumbs,
But by the time he confirmed
A definite need for the Swarfega,
I had satisfied the need
Of a nine year old man.