Thief, Priest, Engineer Poem by soren Barrett

So I'm told in times of old crowds came to watch thieves on a rope dance
With the industrial revolution came a new solution, invented in France
The guillotine a substitution, new means of execution, the people did rejoice
To face up or down by the order of he crown, the victim had a choice

With the king's order to comply, were three to die, engineer, thief and a priest
Thief not wanting to see the collision made his decision on all fours like a beast
Blade on its way, to the people's dismay, it stopped in mid fall
The law declared with this the victim was to be spared, to the crowd's appall

The priest, face down said he, to look at God's face I'm not worthy, the blade stopped half way
The grateful priest was released and promptly crossed himself and ran away
Then engineer said I have no fear, eye to the sky, I will face God unlike the priest
Before the blade was released the engineer said your problem has ceased, this track has to be greased