I wish that I had never bought
that winking, blinking household bot.
If I’d accepted what I’d got
I wouldn't now be overwrought.
But “no!”, I had this crazy thought,
AI would simplify my lot.
The robot greeted me, “Hi, Dot,
I guess that you can call me Scott.”
It set to work, I kid you not,
against the dust and stains it fought.
It hoovered, washed, disposed of rot,
each place it cleaned it hit the spot.
So many things in vain I sought,
it even moved my cooking pot.
It left no dirt, no, not a jot,
but then it smashed my flowerpot.
It clanged, it banged it baulked at naught,
though I admired, my nerves were shot.
I felt my muscles getting taut,
I was becoming quite distraught.
I hoped that it would get too hot,
and melt into a pile of snot.
I’d been in my own trap well caught,
much better to have drowned in grot!
