Friday, June 19, 2009
♥ Robot Boy
This is a poem by Tim Burton, =D
Mr and Mrs. Smith had a wonderful life.
They were a normal, happy husband and wife.
One day they got news that made Mr. Smith glad.
Mrs. Smith would be a mom,
which would make him the dad!
But something was wrong with the bundle of joy.
It wasn't human at all,
it was a robot boy!
He wasn't warm and cuddly
and he didn't have skin.
Instead, there was a cold, thin layer of tin
There were wires and tubes sticking out of his head.
He just lay there and stared,
Not living or dead.
The only time he seemed alive at all
was with a long extension chord
plugged into the wall.
Mr.Smith yelled at the doctor,
"what have you done to my boy?
He's not flesh and blood,
he's aluminum alloy!"
The doctor sad gently,
"what I'm going to say
will sound pretty wild.
but you're not the father
of this strange looking child.
You see, there still is some question
about the child's gender,
but we think that its father
is a microwave blender."
The smith' lives were now filled
with misery and strife.
Mrs Smith hated her husband,
and he hated his wife.
He never forgave her unholy alliance:
a sexual encounter
with a kitchen appliance.
And Robot Boy
Grew to be a young man.
Though he was often mistaken
for a garbage can.
Mr and Mrs. Smith had a wonderful life.
They were a normal, happy husband and wife.
One day they got news that made Mr. Smith glad.
Mrs. Smith would be a mom,
which would make him the dad!
But something was wrong with the bundle of joy.
It wasn't human at all,
it was a robot boy!
He wasn't warm and cuddly
and he didn't have skin.
Instead, there was a cold, thin layer of tin
There were wires and tubes sticking out of his head.
He just lay there and stared,
Not living or dead.
The only time he seemed alive at all
was with a long extension chord
plugged into the wall.
Mr.Smith yelled at the doctor,
"what have you done to my boy?
He's not flesh and blood,
he's aluminum alloy!"
The doctor sad gently,
"what I'm going to say
will sound pretty wild.
but you're not the father
of this strange looking child.
You see, there still is some question
about the child's gender,
but we think that its father
is a microwave blender."
The smith' lives were now filled
with misery and strife.
Mrs Smith hated her husband,
and he hated his wife.
He never forgave her unholy alliance:
a sexual encounter
with a kitchen appliance.
And Robot Boy
Grew to be a young man.
Though he was often mistaken
for a garbage can.
8:15 AM
