Jeremy, darn it, Jeremy, I’m overdue to admit
How much an auto repairman deserves a poem writ.
You have been honest and professional, pleasant, fast and good.
You have not made me feel dumber than my real dumbness should.
You know cars and customer service; you know part availabilities, too.
It’s a wonder your employer hasn’t duplicated you.
You remind me of that garden where men work and don’t break sweat.
Just think of what could happen, if everyone worked like that.