So I had to write a poem using at least three of these words:
I generally try to overachieve by using all of them, but I just wasn’t in the mood today. Usually, when I have to write a poem within these guidelines, it ends up being silly, so here is a silly poem for you.
The Time and Death of Robie the Robot
Robie the Robot was the newest addition
to MacDougal’s Hamburgers and Fries.
He became Employee of the Month
for up-selling Supersize.
With a paddle for one hand,
and a wrench for the other,
he never messed up an order,
or demanded fifteen dollars an hour.
He did not need a smoke break,
he never pilfered the food,
called in sick, or came in late.
The other employees,
who saw him as a threat,
decided to do him in one day.
They recycled him into a windchime—
an effigy of sorts—
committing a felonious crime.
When the State came the next day,
to collect Secret Agent Robie Robot for service,
the workers, to avoid a charge,
ended up taking his place.