There never was a robot
That would ever hurt a man
Except for one that I knew
It had a simple plan

It would sneak all around
The house in a random path
Starting in the living room
And ending with the bath

Picking up dust and mites
Scraping at the dirty rugs
Collecting in its tummy
All sorts of nasty bugs

Then when the house was clean
It stopped and gave a grin
Because it knew my chore was
To empty its dust bin


Mark Brandon Allen writes science fiction and fantasy under a pen name, Mark Brandon Allen. His extended family includes his wife of thirty-two years, eight children, nine grand children and one Yorkshire Terrier who runs the family household in Valparaiso Indiana. A lifelong fan of science fiction, he has written in that genre mostly for his own pleasure over the years and for for his grandchildren’s amusement. His work has currently appeared in print on the pages of Demon Minds Anthology and on line in ezines: The 5th D, Pedestal and Sciphi Journal.

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