robot x

i built a robot,
late one night,
to write the
finest of
sonnets
and ot
-her
poetry
as well.

i had the robot,
early one morning,
call in sick for me
and together we flew
over the bridge and we
wrote poetry for one and
for two too...

handcrafted robot of wood and
steel - with an eye for the
scene, minus the emotion.

i constructed a robot to
write poetry and it
seems to me that
the poetry i
see is not
good for
me or
rather
blather on
and on about
how i shouldn't
get angry because
all is indeed vanity.

i created a robot
to be an electronic
bard and one day it
saw its reflection in
a mirror and it was
never the same after
that night, after
that day.