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The Poem contains the Following (Mechanical) Engineering Terminologies:

Work, Power, Watts, Drill, Milling, Bore, Round, Motion, Fixture, Moment of Inertia, Horse Power, Modulus of Elasticity, Modulus of Rigidity, Youngs Modulus, Friction, Lube, Coolant, Flash Point, Fire Point, Nut , bolt, Rough Cut, Surface Finish, Lever, Hardness, Bearing, Pulley.

HOW TO WORK SMART IN YOUR JOB

What do you live for? Work, Power, money? Watts the use, Have you ever drilled your Mind? Running around amidst Milling Crowd, Arent you ever Bored of revolving round?

When you gear up for a promotion You are screwed and get just a motion From One office to another Like a dummy toy fixture

Once a while you have moments of Inertia But your boss wants you fly to Siberia For a task which you think a trivia

Its not Horse power but the Modulus of Elasticity

That determines your success and Efficiency.

If your Modulus of Rigidity is too high Juniors with Youngs Modulus will fly high!

If you are in friction with your boss Someone with Lube and Coolant will pass! IF your short temper shows Flash Point You may soon be in Fire Point!

You may be good in details to nuts and bolt But if you cant handle those who revolt You will be rough-cut to size and Soon youll lay on surface-finished!

You must constantly leverage on your smartness By never allowing the boss to reach high Hardness! You must be bearing in mind fully That growth will be faster with a Pulley! 'The Library' by Michael Cridland, an undergraduate Mechanical Engineering student: Tucked away out of view the beige mansion sits, With its neatly trimmed hedges acting as ramparts, Protecting the land from prying eyes.

A dried out moat surrounds the false castle, Revealing the bottommost reaches of the stronghold. Here the library sits snugly at its base. Inside the air is filled with the smell of unused books And cheap deodorant, wafting upwards to the striped ceiling. Together they form an invisible mist of university essence. The auburn shelves tower over their realm, Guarding their subjects fiercely. No books will be leaving the library today. Neatly arranged into compact sections with only the occasional squabble: Medicine is invading Music, No doubt the loser will be relegated to empty Dictionary. The dim overhead flourescent lights flicker, Illuminating a single student sat at one of the marked desks, Where crop circles dot the tables from illegal cans and cups. His blank expression indicates he is working on statistics. The hieroglyphs on the display project onto his face in the poor light, As if he was wearing an ancient burial mask. The wireless box on the oak bench flashes with glee at his plight, Green fireworks exploding in silent laughter. Wires snake from its brain into the whitewashed wall. The aged shelves creak and whisper to each other, Wondering if the student will ever leave them alone. But alas his expression remains vacant and his face as still as stone. It will be a while.

'H303' by Muhammed Nurul, an undergraduate Mechanical Engineering student: There once lived a boy in a tall concrete tree, Who yeamed to be enrolled in H three-zero-three. So when he was finally granted his chance he felt as light as a feather. He packed his rucksack, and sailed to Manchester in all of its inclement weather. Although things seldom went his way, he was never the one to make a fuss. For now, it dawned upon him that he would have to be as resilient as a fortified truss. Not too lon ago, the consequences of many of his actions were resented by the nations

taxpayers. But hed given up that life, for one of computing the second moment of areas. Now residing alone, he was not much of a cook. His omelettes were always inexplicably chewy. So he sat down at his desk in deep thought, trying to analyse the problem with equations of Bernoulli. The experimental data seemed to suggest that the issue at hand was the flipping velocity. He could not have been more mistaken however, as it was actually in the eggs viscosity. As winter approached, and he would work all day until the suns luminescence wore off. It was no cause for alarm though, as the bulbs would save him, governed by the infallible laws of Kirchhoff. Come nightfall, when he turned on the news, he saw nothing but strife, famine and police brutality with Tasers. So he turned it off, in hopes that electricity would be better utilised and understood, just as he had with alternating current phasors. To break this mind-numbing monotony of study, he decided to see the Opera. So he tidied his room, put on his Sunday best and put away his books of Algebra. Strutting to the ticket office, Two tickets it shall be; front and centre, he thought in his head. Only then did he realise, it was one ticket too many, as he had not found his complex conjugate. Undeterred, the young boy decides to keep calm and fix the situation without getting sad. Off to the computer clusters he went, to design his own cybernetic significant other using AutoCAD. Arriving at the workshop, he passed the technicians the blueprints. These dimensions are all wrong! they yelled. If you need things done right, do them yourself he sighed. And so he began to lathe, mill, file, and weld. His creation was perfect. Well almost, at least. She needed a source of power to begin her new life with grace. So he fitted her with a 16-valve, turbocharged, four-stroke engine, with pistons angled hundred and eighty degrees out of phase. He felt something was amiss however, as she had not been granted the gift of flight. So the boy got two engines; a turbojet and a turbofan, and worked tirelessly to better his new machine through the night. This was his ingenuity coming to life, as she looked right through him, trying to command his attention. Only then did he realise, she would never amount to anything more than a mechanical abomination. Looking her straight in her photoreceptive sensors, he told her to be gone, as she flew away in fear. The young boy went back to the life he knew best; which was that of a mechanical engineer.

Every morning I get up, many milling thoughts running in my mind, providing friction to my sleep, gathering my all moment of inertia, I gear up for the day, Threading the new concepts, drilling the

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