Robot love,
Is what I calculated.
She makes my gears spin,
And reevaluate it.
When I think of her,
I print a love report.
My love for her,
Will never short.
When she's getting fixed,
By a mechanic.
I get so jealous,
I just can't stand it.
When I look at her,
I go zip, zeer, zeeeeeeee.
Robot love is,
A mechanical possibility.
She's not fat,
Just cast iron boned.
With big button numbers,
On her internal phone.
We get along great,
She doesn't bother me.
Cause our model type,
Is completely bug free.
A contest entry
- Robots by PsydewaysTears.
1000 points, ended June 4, 2008, 7 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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your robot poem has spun my gears around zip zip zip zip and has made me want to feature you and your fabulous write on Poetry Planet!
YAY for BIONIC! Thank you over and over and from here to Mars!
Melodies
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cuter than cute!
I could see myself reciting this at a reading or whatever random staged event it might pertain to... and being so in character: professing "robot love" alive with smiles and "zip zeer zeee"s. A lucky robot girl we would all be if this poem was for us.
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lol. This was pretty funny. The part of the mechanic was my favorite part. Who would've thought robots could be jealous, eh?
Creative write. Great take on the prompt. Best of luck in the contest.
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