Ph: Love: Engineer's Brain Poem by Brian Johnston

Is there woman alive who loves engineer's brain?
Seems like all that we do is cause pain,
One who jumps to his feet at cry "This doesn't work! "
But solutions just mean that somehow he's a jerk.

Was her painful complaint not a cry out for aid,
Would-be hero not trying to please?
Not a chance that her friend even wants to get paid
Or the praise that's still owed Sophocles.

Oh yes I forget it is sharing she wants,
Not the stuff that I know how to do,
It's like my generosity's just heard as taunts,
One thing sure lads, this night will be blue.

I promise you ladies, I'd like your assist,
I've paint bucket and brush for your fist,
Though I own my own feelings and share on a dare
It still seems that the ledger's not square.

My old age creeping up on me, aches up and down
Seems each day I feel more like a clown!
But dementia could still spell an end to this plane,
After that there's no need to explain.