Tuesday, April 22, 2008

Robot In Love




A robot falls in love.


A robot falls in love with a curling iron.


The robot takes to watching romantic comedies

And leaking visual lubricant upon hearing certain sappy love songs;


All the while

Caught up in daydreams of how,

Where there is beauty,

She enhances it--

And to the straight and dull,

She brings panache and style.

And besides!

She's hot!


But could she love a robot?

Could she love someone genderless?

Could she love

Someone not covered under warranty?


If the robot could shrink,

And hide among the cotton balls and band aids at night,

Then the robot might hear her sighing in her sleep,

Saying, "Dreamy robot!

Come and get me!"


But unfortunately,

The robot spends its nights folded for easy storage

Among the coats and boots

In the front closet

Where,

Set to standby mode,

The robot dreams Rapunzelian dreams

In which the beloved little curling iron

Is always warm

And close at hand.

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6 comments:

geek-betty said...

this poem made me smile this morning. one: because I like robots. two: it was unexpected.

Fireblossom said...

Hi Betty. Oh yes, robots have that certain savoire faire, don't you think?

I'm glad my poem made you smile.

Crafty Green Poet said...

this is nicely entertaining and sweet too, I like the idea that robots have feelings

Fireblossom said...

Well of course they do, Crafty. ;-)

Shrinky said...

What is it with you and appliances? Grin.

Such a sweet and poignant tale, told in only the way that you alone can tell it.

flipside records said...

"A robot falls in love with a curling iron." ... This is FU-NNY!

"And to the straight and dull,
She brings panache and style.
And besides!
She's hot!" ... :)

"In which the beloved little curling iron
Is always warm
And close at hand" ... As a good appliance should be.