The Robot and the Ghost
The robot fancied he could write,
And so he scribbled through the night
And without fail sent off each tale—
Soon the world would know his name!
His levers clicked, his motors purred,
His gears and little wheels, they whirred—
But all came back with printed black
Notices that read the same.
At last the robot hired a “ghost”
Who fixed his manuscripts till most
Of them were placed, and soon they graced
Magazines—for cash and fame!
Copyright © Steve Eng | Year Posted 2009
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