CLEAN UP ON AISLE SEVEN
There’s a robot
At the super market
It follows me
I guess I look clumsy
Its life consists of
Annoying me
By making a beeping noise
Whenever I block its progress
One day I told it
That its fly was open
Its response…
CLEAN UP ON AISLE SEVEN
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