The robots
Love me
Have the hots
For when I flee
The ink
On paper
Stink
They prefer
The AI
Universe
Where I
Converse
With every bot
Whose nose
Runs data snot
Knowledge grows
With no
Smell
But I’m slow
They know well
I’m grateful
For all of AI
Whose synthetic stool
Biologists deny
Online Odor
Published
T. M. Shorewick 