Aye, Robot! Poem by T J Morgan

Long summer holidays loomed ahead,
entertaining children filled me with dread.
Sunny days could be spent at the beach,
but, rain everyday, and thats out of reach.
Oh! What to do?
They're driving me mad!
Come on kids, shoo!
Stop being bad...

Ok, thats enough, let's clear out the shed.
Just move that box, ooh! Mind your head!
Miniature dust bombs and old antiques,
kitchen implements and battery leaks.
Ewww! What's that?
Trying to be strong...
Good grief, a bat!
Call me when it's gone!

Three smiling faces, now this IS fun,
with hammer and nails, who needs the sun?
Just add the glue and connect that wire,
Hoppin' Moses! Put out that FIRE! !
Now, is this legal?
Start the test run,
was that a seagull?
Ok, silly question.

Feathers flying, wooden spoons a-thudding,
cranking noises, broomstick legs shuddering.
It really works! Big smiles all round,
It's so amazing. Oh! What's that sound?
Nope, that's not good...
Stop with the high fives!
Hit it with the wood,
ummm...run for your lives!

We did apologise to poor Mr Jones
for the loss of his beloved collie, Bones.
We didn't know the whisk could be fatal,
and we have offered to rebate all.
For the damage we caused
when we broke the laws,
with the robot we fixed...
but forgot the OFF switch.



Done for a competition - write about a robot built out of household parts with a defect!