Robots ate my tricycle!
They ate it fast and sore
They’d lost some of their parts, you see,
And found they needed more,
They didn’t really eat it,
Just consumed it double-quick
As fast as if they ate it up -
Those robots super-slick!
The bearings gave them wrists and knees,
The handlebars, an arm
(‘Cos when they wrestle monsters
Even robots come to harm)
And likewise all the tubing,
Replacing thighs and shins…
(Robots have their bones on show,
Not covered up by skins.)
The cables, for their sinews
(They’re equipped with extra strength),
Would be another thing they’d use,
Once snipped to the right length.
The brakes they used to fix their breaks,
With bolts and nuts as well;
The tyres they’d burn as fuel
(It would make a horrid smell…
…But robots wouldn’t mind that,
With no sense of scent or taste);
They’re ever so efficient
And let nothing go to waste!
All went. Into some needed shape
They’d melt the saddle (plastic);
So not a bit was left after
Those robots’ actions drastic;
They had my pedals (ankle-joints)
The mud-guards (ribs) and sprocket
And after they took all these bits…
They took off, in their rocket!
I’m sad to lose my tricycle
But rather happy too
To know it roams the galaxy
As parts of you-know-who!
Super-speed and secrecy
Are part of their design
To help fulfil each mission
And then go, leaving no sign.
I wish I’d really seen them,
But the evidence was clear:
Only robots can so quickly
Make trikes disappear.
It must have been those robots -
No humans were about!
I’d better tell my Mum and Dad
And hope that they won’t shout.
© armadillozenith/Graham Peter King 2011