The Construction Worker and the Document Controller

See the welding of the advance,

I think he's angry at the flashdance.

He finds it hard to see the weld,

Overshadowed by the big koenigsfeld.

Who is that documenting near the fabricate?

I think she'd like to eat the coordinate.

She is but a fast girl,

Admired as she sits upon a pearl.

Her busy car is just a scan,

It needs no gas, it runs on scran.

She's not alone she brings a spot,

a pet horse, and lots of squat.

The horse likes to chase a print,

Especially one that's in the flint.

The advance shudders at the deep file

He want to leave but she wants the kile.