Eight-line Poems 2

Stan Stan the Robot Man

Stan Stan the Robot Man

Man and machine, machine and man,
especially this, my servant Stan -
artificial intelligence is his pride,
incompetence is his talent wide.

Oh, he does the work, I’ll not deny,
but useless on the reasons why
the sky is blue or cows go moo -
a conversationalist he will not do.


Line count: 8
Rhymed aabb
For Express It In Eight, 10.29.25
Prompt: Write a poem about your new, disobeying robot.