My Little Robot (and other poems)

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I Have a Little Robot

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I have a little robot

made 'specially for me

it follows me around the house

and keeps observing me

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it watches all my actions

and everything I do

but instead of copy-catting

the reverse is always true

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the things i try to put away

the robot takes them out

the toys I take within the hosue

the robot takes without

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I put things in their rightful place

and then without a doubt

the robot turns the drawers on end

turns cupboards inside out

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the food I place within the dish

is dropped upon the floor

the socks I slide upon the feet

end up beside the door

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the water I put in the bath

goes seldom down the drain

the laundry that I neatly stack

is taken out and stained

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I've thought to take my model back

for something less deficient

a robot that could actually help

my time be more efficient

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but then she smiles up at me

her hair all curled and bright

and waddles round the house to some

unbearable delight

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I guess I'll keep her on a while

and see how things will go

she's only one year old and so

there's probably room to grow

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The Well-Wisher Dragons in Flagons

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dragons in flagons

and whispery beasts

all shut in their shells for the night

-there is peace

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but wait, oh just wait

with a crack and a groan

out from their hiding

they rustle and moan

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they're moving and slinking

and shifting about

they're yawning and stretching

they're all getting out

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but I'm done for the day

i don't want them here

I don't want them ever

but now they are near

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I'll wrestle and scream

I'll figure them out!

I'll lay every which way

and flopping about-

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I'll kick them aside

and batten them down

I'll empty the trash can

on top of their town!

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until I am done

my muscle all spent

my brain all in tatters

and torn like a tent

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about to collapse

exhausted and lame

but still they all whistle

and chant out my name

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I listen, cu-ckooing

and bickering go

back to my sleep

for I know that they know

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they have me, have won

have snickled my gizzard

they've walloped me sore

and snookered my wizard

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so back to their flagons

and back to their shells

these dragons and snivels

and well-wisher-wells

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bid me goodnight

with a flick of their tails

but its morning and daybreak

it just never fails

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To Those Who Mourn

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I would not that

ye slip into the grave

the watery rain-slipped

sorrow - muddy

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think not forever

about tomorrow

nor yesterday

be transfixed upon

this day

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climb up, climb out

climb as you might

take in this wretched

mournful ball

of earth and stone

and its airy

drapes, moist cloaks

and wraps

its grisly hair and

its knotted brow

feel heavy upon it

walk upon feet

which you possess

claim it as

your own and

forget not

the heights

and depths you

have known

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sorrow yet another day

and yet one more

but forget not

your footfalls

your breath

your gentle,

empty rest