From the Viewpoint of a Little Boy

                       

   

Everyone’s a Robot

Everyone's a robot-everyone but me.

My mother lives on gasoline-though, she says it's only tea.

My father likes to shine his face, he makes it really gleam.

He uses a special type of polish-he calls it shaving cream.

My grandma moves quite creakily (I think she needs an oiling)

But she cares a whole lot more that our milk is always spoiling.

My mother's been programmed to clean: sweeping, dusting and more.

And she loves it (though, I've no clue why) when she can see my bedroom floor.

Now I think I've made my point, and I'm sure that you now see:

That everyone's a robot-except for you and me!