Robot Grant

Received a letter yesterday addressed to Robot Grant,

my name is Robert, go by Bob – more names should add but can’t.

It is the truth – I swear to you – I don’t make up this stuff,

to be a Robot – all in all – might not be that tough.

For joints that creak with pain all day – I would just fix with grease,

for lines and wrinkles – we’d just buff – my age it would decrease.

My pencil would I stuff with lead and look around the land,

for all the female Robot’s there to walk with hand in hand.

For dents and dings I would not care about a single one,

I’d need no sleep – I could go on – from moon to setting sun.

I would not fear of getting old or what that’s all about,

My only care that warranty and when it would run out.

 

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