Poetry for almost Friendly Robots

A small and delicate robot of stealth

Can be bought if you have some spare cash

Or a certain amount of frivolous wealth

You can then train it to hide

In the canopies of trees

And record all the incriminating

Things that it stealthily sees

Keep on eye on your enemy

Or your neighbours pet dog

It will even record all the times

In a rather useful foolproof robots log

Which means you can have all your friends

And neighbours locked up

And arrested

As your robots evidence

Can’t be contested

And you and your robot

Will smile, look pleased

And then say

There is nobody left

We have had them all locked away

But at night as you sleep

In your bed feeling

Smug and just a bit vain

You loyal Stealthy robot

Will use its terrible laser

To make a hole in your brain

And the moral of this poetic tale

As your Robot rules Earth

With a clenched fist of iron

Is Robots are very good

But not something to have faith in

Or ever rely on

Bleep Bleep Bleep