“Please sir, can I be repaired?” I asked the nice man.
“Let’s take a look…” he said, holding-out his trusty-wrench.
“Will this hurt?” I asked him.
“No more than it already has,” he assured.
“Tell me, how long will this take?” I asked the kind sir.
“As long as it needs to, my lady,” he assured kindly.
“Will I be new again?” I asked him.
“As new as an old piece of clockwork, ma’am,” he assured.
“Oh I must have damaged time,” I told him.
“No more than time has damaged you, miss,” he replied.
“You are quite the charmer…” I told him.
“But you wouldn’t lie to me now, would you?” I asked.
“No, ma’am, I fix you up real good,” he assured.
“Well, all right then, let’s get this ol’ gal back on the rail,” I told him.
“Yes, ma’am, you’ll be ‘choo-choo-ing’ in no time, you’ll see,” he assured.
“Do you know how to play ’round with that thing?”
I asked the real nice man with the wrench.
“Yes, ma’am, I screw around with it real good,”
the man with the wrench assured.
“Charming…” I told him.
“Fix-me-up real good then,” I replied.