Robotic Woman
I wake up to the whizzing sound,
And see her going round and round.
What plastic hands and iron legs have you got?
The screws that do not rot being your inner strength.
What fuel do you use dear woman?
It has the power which all of us fear.
With love, joy and peace,
You are a robot with strong sleeves.
Ever determined to win our hearts,
Your glistening eye and electronic smile,
Oh I love all those parts.
All machines are reduced to dust
With your skill you earn our trust,
I pray for your motor,
To keep running and not be mortal.
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