Medieval engineer
Tried to fix stuff, I hear.
You said you could do it, you must be a dreamer
You close your eyes and steer.
It seems like you were born with technical might
Of an armored knight.
You thought drums were played
Through those holes you made.

Oops. Wait, I’ll fix that, oops.
Once there was just something loose.
You poked and pulled
Dropped stuff, now I’m told,
You’ve cooked my computer’s goose.

Bright ‘nough not to make a foot pedal of a mouse
Still lots of stuff winds up made worse in your house.
Like some smart guy from twelve hundred tried to tinker
And thus you have been dubbed the medieval engineer.

Medieval engineer.
Such are your skills I fear
I may as well throw my laptop in a river
You’ve gummed up all its gear
Handle the sound for this singer, you were told.
And the plug you pulled.
When he tried to sing
No one heard a thing.

Oops. Wait, I’ll fix this, oops.
Stuff so quickly comes undone.
Though you sure try
‘Nough stuff seems to die
You’re another Gilligan.

Don’t yet cause plumbers or electricians to pout.
But electronics you can turn inside out.
At least you give repairmen work throughout the year
As they fix stuff touched by the medieval engineer.