More Poetry for Robots

A robot is a grand thing to be

With armour plating

And laser death rays

And X ray vision

So through large thick walls

You can see

And flashing lights

To confuse your FRIENDS

And scary hydraulic claws

With sharp pointy ENDS

And a electronic voice

To reassure the feeble humans

One that you can change by choice

So that if you desire

You can shout exterminate exterminate

Which is always FUN

Leaving humans in a panicked state . . .  as off they RUN 

And a nano nuclear power source

So you can live forever

Without batteries of course

And Antenna bristling on your head

And flashing eyes

That you can turn red

And a special Bacon butty mode

So you can eat bacon butty’s

By the load

And super hearing

So that a mile away

You can hear a tiny cricket

In a field of hay

And a built in teas-made

For your days off

And the ability to climb shear walls

And the ability to decode coded phone calls

And an invisible force field

In order to rule Mankind

Or the ability to transform

Into something Awesome

Like a tiny cute cat

Or even Nigella Law-sum

WHAT WHO?

(Yes OK its Nigella Lawson . . .  but sometimes poetry needs a bit of poetic licence )

Well no one was expecting that.

Nigella Lawson is a robot?