Today while helping out my Nan I found a book with a poem for each day of the year. Intrigued I flipped to 19th of March (today) and I thought I'd share with you:
A handsome young Airman lay dying,
And as on the aerodrome he lay,
To the mechanics who round him came sighing,
The last dying words he did say:
'Take the cylinders out of my kidneys,
The connecting-rod out of my brain,
Take the cam-shaft out of my backbone,
And assemble the engine again'
No Author given, so if you know please do give me a whistle. It definitely gave me a feel. Picture somewhat related.