I helped my brother write this poem for one of his classes.
There was a man named mechanic man and he was short and plump,
all he did at work was sit on his rump.
He wears black pants and a blue button up shirt,
He always gets his work done on time, but when he’s not working he’s fighting crime on his free time.
He’s a very good and trust worthy man,
but sometimes is very lazy, and when he hits the criminals with his fist he makes the go crazy.
He’s not very athletic or is not in the proper fitness,
but he runs his own copper business.
Things he does may be mad but they are never bad. Mechanic man never works or fights crime alone
because he has a super rad friend named Chad.
He might be bald but that doesn’t stop him from being bold.
He saves people every day,
and he lets the criminals know He’s on his way.
He’s never late to work or even a crime scene
and he’s never been mean to a human being.