Mom just handed me a poem I wrote when I was 10, joking around that I should send it to Furman re; critique. I just skimmed it over and I
i don't even
My robot would be smart
My robot would look cool
My robot would definitely not be cruel
It would use all the latest technology,
It would know a lot of mythology,
And it would teach biology, too
It would help jurors, consumers, and jewelers, too.
It would also help manufacturers make glue.
It would perform before spectators
for it would be a transformer
but now all I can do is dream about it
as I watch movies on my projector.
WTF rhyming aside
/STARES AT THE BOLD
WHAT.