Poem #3848
The Clumsy Computation
Whirring gears and clanks,
A robot tries to tie its shoes,
It ties its own neck.
Beep! It wants to dance,
But its two left feet are stuck,
It trips on a rug.
"I compute a hug,"
It says with arms wide open,
Squeezes a mailbox.
It tries to make tea,
Pours the sugar in the pot,
Serves a gritty brew.
Its logic is sound,
But its common sense is lost,
In the charging port.
It sings a love song,
In monotone binary,
01000001h.
A funny machine,
Built for tasks grand and complex,
Best at making laughs.
A robot tries to tie its shoes,
It ties its own neck.
Beep! It wants to dance,
But its two left feet are stuck,
It trips on a rug.
"I compute a hug,"
It says with arms wide open,
Squeezes a mailbox.
It tries to make tea,
Pours the sugar in the pot,
Serves a gritty brew.
Its logic is sound,
But its common sense is lost,
In the charging port.
It sings a love song,
In monotone binary,
01000001h.
A funny machine,
Built for tasks grand and complex,
Best at making laughs.
Prompt: robot
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