Mr. an Mrs. Smith had a wonderful life.
They were a normal, happy husband and wife.
One day they got news that made Mr. Smith glad.
Mrs. Smith would would be a mom
which would make him the dad!
But something was wrong with their bundle of joy.
It wasn't human at all,
it was a robot boy!
He wasn't warm and cuddly
and he didn't have skin.
Instead there was a cold, thin layer of tin.
There were wires and tubes sticking out of his head.
He just lay there and stared,
not living or dead.
The only time he seemed alive at all
was with a long extension cord
plugged into the wall.
Mr. Smith yelled at the doctor,
"What have you done to my boy?
He's not flesh and blood,
he's aluminum alloy!"
The doctor said gently,
"What I'm going to say
will sound pretty wild.
But you're not the father
of this strange looking child.
You see, there still is some question
about the child's gender,
but we think that its father
is a microwave blender."
The Smith's lives were now filled
with misery and strife.
Mrs. Smith hated her husband,
and he hated his wife.
He never forgave her unholy alliance:
a sexual encounter
with a kitchen appliance.
And Robot Boy
grew to be a young man.
for a garbage can.
Etiquetas: robot boy
WE al chile no tenog palabras, si tu lo ideaste todo palabra por palabra entonces no hay duda... ¡eres un genio! enserio mis felicidades, hasta me dieron ganas de convertirlo en canción, puedo? bueno ahi luego me dices de todos modos, esta conmadre we usaste palabras que nisiquiera conosco o que no sabria como haberlas puesto para que rimaran, bueno me voy
sobres cuidece
jajaja no wey, es de tim burton, ahi dice en el titulo. [aunque eso no quita el hecho de que sea un genio de todas formas]