Make me a robot
I don't care about it's gender.
Just give it an attitude
A bit like Bender.
It doesn't have to look pretty
As long as it functions
Keeps itself well scrubbed
And oils it's own junctions.
It needs to be bright
But let me win at Scrabble
Talk about philosophy,
Psychology, music and travel.
Bring me breakfast in bed
Be my master chef
An accomplished musician
And not tone deaf.
Love the great outdoors
And climb every mountain
Enjoy the gret outdoors
Take me to the Treffi fountain.
In the bedroom it could
Teach me a thing or two.
In fact, stuff the robot
I'll stick with you.
D.Hinson (revised Jan 09)
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Sunday, 1 February 2009
Monday, 29 September 2008
embryonic dress
I feel such a mess
in my embryonic dress
it's not ready for you to see
maybe it never will be.
Its got holes in the wrong places
got big bulges and lots of spaces
its got insides on the outside
and got a really massive backside.
The proportions are all wrong
and its plain for all to see
that I’m so embryonic
and this dress is oh so me.
© D.Hinson ~ Jan 08
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