Even More Poetry for Robots . . . . . Bleep Bleep Bleep

Bleep bleep

Says my robot

As I eat my breakfast

At the start of another day

Bleep bleep

It says as I set off

On my merry way

Bleep bleep

As I get to work

And try to earn my pay

Bleep bleep

As I eat my sandwiches

And drink a nice cup

Of freshly made Earl Grey

Bleep bleep

When I’m in the Loo

Bleep bleep

When I leave

Bleep bleep

During my Promotion exam

With the answers

Written on my sleeve

Bleep bleep

When the adjudicator

Then insists

I really need to go

Bleep bleep

When I complain

And I’m thrown out

By a security chap

Who I don’t know

Bleep bleep

As I walk home

In the poring rain

Bleep Bleep

When my wife

Complains I cheated yet again

Adding she thinks I’m just a bit insane

Bleep bleep

When I notice, my wife

Has run off with the dog

and my car

And has gone to live with a chap

Who lives in Potters Bar

Bleep Bleep

When my robot tells me

He has stolen the works

Vending Machine

And they have been up in my bedroom

Doing something a bit obscene

Bleep bleep

When I am making toast

And I discover the vending Machine

Has run out of milk

And it appears my little robot

Wants something

Rather sexy made out of Silk

Bleep Bleep Bleep

Bleep Bleep Bleep

Bleep Bleep Bleep

Bleep Bleep

Bleep Bleep

Bleep

Bleep

Shouts my robot

While reading

Vending Machine Weekly

On my homes cluttered floors

So I have sent him to cool off a bit

Out in the great Outdoors

And folk worry these things are going to take over the world......