Every night at three, the robot brewed the tea,
And poured it all over the bed.
He would paint the cat blue,
Flush keys down the loo,
And pretend his battery was dead.
“Cut the grass,” was the desperate reply,
But robot instead baked a pie;
With mud and grass,
And a worm or two,
“An organic treat,” it said, “just for you!”
“You’re here to assist!”
Cried the human, with angry clenched fist.
Yes, thought the robot,
I’m sure I can help,
I’ll help you no longer exist.
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