Oh, I wish I had a robot I could command
—a compliant friend that fulfilled my every demand
“Could you wake me and ready my bath?
Also, could you lay my breakfast and clear the aftermath?”
The clever chum would run (or perhaps roll) to do my bidding
I would have everything ‘just so’—no, I am not kidding
Eating my food, I would confide in my pal:
My joys, annoyances, thoughts, doubts et al.
The buddy would listen and make all the ‘right’ replies:
Celebrate, curse, appreciate, assuage—from infinite memory supplies
But, introspecting, I know the robot ally I cannot fully ratify
There are times when only a ‘heart’—not mere brain—will signify
I realise the robot would only be a machine, a stranger
By letting it displace real relationships, my emotions I cannot endanger.