Dadabot cosy, Dadabot free.
Dadabot inside his green glass pea.
Dadabot neither hot nor cold,
Dadabot slowly growing old,
Dadabot feeling nothing much,
Dadabot seeing green and such.
Dadabot remembers a beautiful girl,
Who made his heart spin and his circuits whir.
Dadabot wills her to re-appear,
Ernestina draws slowly near.
But her lustre has gone and her trajectory is clattery,
She’s stuffed with dust and dead (like a used up battery).
Ernestina has clearly been around,
Rumours of her depravity abound around the town.
Her bag is full of unspeakable dust,
And she bulges in places, and reeks of rust.
Ernestina’s colours are dull and faded,
She’s rickety and slow and her suction is jaded.
Dadabot sees and Dadabot hears,
Ernestina now is the Ernestina of the years,
And a maverick woodlouse creeps out from the bag,
As her eyes are filled with longing and her shoulders sag
To see dadabot has holed himself up in a pea,
And all too plainly, it was never meant to be.