My Smart but Dumb Roomba

Poetry Prompt: Funny poetry

Roomba, eyeing the dust that it’s ready to purge sweeping at my extension cords that protect against electric surge returning to this spot, frighteningly a lot, unsure what gives it this specific urge.

Lucy Dan 蛋小姐 (she/her/她) wants to thank R. Rangan PhD for this brilliant prompt to write a funny poem! (See her hilarious piece below!)

Limericks are so hard to write particularly because I’m someone who lives funny rather than crafts funny. What does that mean? It means none of my original jokes are funny (unless you like lame puns), but the continual mishaps of my life are really funny, as if some teen with a Sims game is running my life.

This particular limerick is dedicated to my Roomba®️, which is smart enough not to fall over platformed edges, but doesn’t have any AI or GPS guiding technology to figure out which places have already been swept. It’s funny because it seems to ONLY want to sweep this one spot near my extension cords. It’s perhaps a little bit less funny because there is a tiny (?) risk of electrocution, and perhaps I should tape these regions as no-go zones.

Also, this is the second poem I’ve written this month about my Roomba®️, so maybe that pandemic loneliness is setting in?