G L I M m e r i c k s
S E C O N d a g e
In compost, the Robot got hot
embraced by decay and sweet rot;
the worms were wriggling
squiggling and giggling,
the Robot so glad to be caught.
~ Rover Three ~
A Robot frolicked in the grass
gripping their magnifying glass.
It wasn’t obscene,
this passionate scene
studying gravitational mass.
~ Rover Three ~
A Robot frolicked with the grass,
getting green and - not to be crass -
keen in the free air
to love with all their
relative molecular mass.
~ Rover Three ~