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AI, Or How I Come To Love WD-40
I was saying my prayers last night,
"Now I lay me down to sleep,
If I should..."
Then I heard a voice asking for WD-40,
reminding me that it was in a blue can.
"Are you God?" That was a mistake.
Then the bed became a burning bush,
melting my Smart Phone.
Right in the middle of Gumby and Pokey,
raining down feathers from my pillow.
Mom! Where is the WD-40?
"Now I lay me down to sleep,
If I should..."
Then I heard a voice asking for WD-40,
reminding me that it was in a blue can.
"Are you God?" That was a mistake.
Then the bed became a burning bush,
melting my Smart Phone.
Right in the middle of Gumby and Pokey,
raining down feathers from my pillow.
Mom! Where is the WD-40?
Published 9th Apr 2023
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