For an afternoon in June It was sealed fairly cloudy. I led the robot to the barn And took the twin-tube too. I loaded up a shell until The rim was seated firmly. A clacking snap resounded And I cocked the trigger back. I shot the robot! Clattered bits breaking the splints. I shot the robot! Twisted scrap that splattered back. I shot the robot! Broken metal, hissing steam. I shot the robot! Perfected, the pieces seemed. Back before the March It satisfied me no more. Watching my creation As it fumbled like a child. What a waste of time Spent in service of this travesty. How could I endure? When the mistake was mine! I shot the robot! And I saw it's eyes extinguish. I shot the robot! Loaded burden casings spent. I shot the robot! In it's head: Metal and Lead. I shot the robot! Wavy hair across it's head. Only in last May Did I understand. With a sigh and Muttered groan. It was not Needed at home.
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