...it's not dark yet, but it's gettin' there...

February 23, 2005

Wednesday Is Poetry Day

Greetings humans. This Wednesday, i bring you...

Robot Love Poetry!

A simple google search yielded this gem:

Poem 3

by TB788-E10-D

Oh baby you're so divine
with all those terabytes of fast cache
behind your flip-o-flex patented green irises.
I love the look of your sleek silver fins
and your interchangeable gold-rimmed
elbow and knee joints.

Oh, you are such a fashion statement baby.

The sight of your one point eight kilo capacity
frontal lobes makes me want to
re-scan the Kama Sutra every seven seconds
and stochastically generate a thousand and one
new positions for us to try.

Let's inter-collate indices daily
and murmur at sunset another tale from
Arabian Nights.
Oh, you exotic chrome and vanadium sweetie.
Oh, how I dig you to bits.

Pretty funny, but shouldn't it properly be called Poem 11?*

Also check out "Robot Barcode Poetry" at a blog called Sean. And there are some interesting Robot Builder limericks at the nerdy Dallas Personal Robotics Group website.

* As in: Only 11 more days until the end of Robot Week!

Posted by annika, Feb. 23, 2005 |
Rubric: Poetry


We gotta put up with 11 more days of this crap?

Posted by: Victor and his seventeen pet rats on Feb. 23, 2005

The mention of "terabytes" indicates that it's a recent robot poem. Imagine a robot poem of 20 years ago..."your floppy makes my kilohertz run."

Posted by: Ontario Emperor on Feb. 23, 2005

I want to stick my floppy into your hard drive.

Posted by: GO GO GADGET DICK! on Feb. 24, 2005

11 is "3" in binary, right?

Call me slow on the uptake.


Posted by: Kevin Kim on Feb. 24, 2005

Ha! slow on the download, rather.

Posted by: annika on Feb. 24, 2005