Robot Love

July 15, 2008
By Derek Dodds, Plover, WI

Hey Mr. Roboto, you sure look good.
Mind if I have a look; a touch?
Your silver chrome physique, impressive.
And your oily gears,
Will surly release the freak in me.

I can’t waste my time on a guy with bad oil,
A robot with intentions I disagree with.
You’re the one,
The one I see myself with.
Seeing myself starting a family; children.
A big UFO and a white-picked fence.
This is what I want; Robot love.
These things take time, but I don’t care.

Go ahead and place that bolt on my finger,
The one I always wanted, and sweep me off my feet.
And I’ll do the same; a washer for you.
You’re taking control, and I’m following.
Who’s to blame for this oily love that hurts,
This Robot Love?

Get down on one knee and say you’ll have me,
Have me to hold; to love.
I knew since the day,
The day that we met.
When dear Sally introduced us,
I found the other half of my gear;
The half I was missing, the half filled with love;
Robot Love.

Our first date, ohh how it was so romantic.
A candle light dinner in the middle of a landfill.
A table of two, and my favorite,
A plate of rusted sockets and springs.

I’m yours forever, if you just say “I Do.”
So take my gear, my gear filled with love for you,
And worship it as much as I adore you.
And we’ll stand strong.

We’ll take the long road in life,
And enjoy it together.

A wonderful wedding awaits.
Tin Man came all the way from Kansas
On the Wicked Witch of the West’s broom to marry us.
So no stiff feet!
Wired streamers and a toolbox cake.

We’ll dance our joints dry,
Like Rock’em Sock’em Robots.
And at the end of the night,
Our honeymoon starts.
A honeymoon filled with greasy inspections.

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This article has 5 comments.

IzzieSuzie(: said...
on Apr. 12 2012 at 4:43 pm
Chill, Dude. It's A Poem. He Never Said He Wanted To Make Love To The Poem Just Because It's In first Person View. Seriously.. Chill. It's Not Hurting You, So Ignore The Damn Poem! And If You Hate It So Much, Why Did You Read To The Last Bit? (And I Know You Read The WHOLE Thing Because You Mentioned' "Greasy Parts".) And I Agree, This Is Kinda Gross, But Chill.

on Aug. 31 2011 at 2:36 pm
i truley truley HATE this comment. this poem SUCKS

on Aug. 31 2011 at 2:35 pm
you make me sick. what is wrong with you? are you on drugs? who wants to "make love" to a robot. you're sick. and you need some help. you enjoy "greasy" robots. please remove this or i will report abuse. this is wrong on so many levels.

please, just please. this is TERRIBLE

jellydonut said...
on Aug. 31 2011 at 2:14 pm
This article made no sense too me i can see that you do live someone. It was basically about a robot that can see the person they like. It was pointless, but this is very much my opinion. I agree with Tjflash.

Tjflash said...
on Aug. 31 2011 at 2:11 pm
Awkwardly enough I actually liked this poem. It is in the point of view of a robot practically begging for love. Some parts of the article were ambiguous and/or innuendos such as" A honeymoon full of greasy inspections or put your bolt on my finger. I liked it because it was creative. (It probably was not the author’s intentions but I encourage you to read this and try not to laugh)


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