Robot Boy – Tim Burton

A man tells his stories so many times that he becomes the stories. They live on after him, and in that way he becomes immortal. – Big Fish, 2003

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The Melancholy Death of Oyster boy – of course I own this book! I’m currently decorating and whilst moving a few things this book fell off my shelf! I read it quite a lot! I admit I am a total Tim Burton fan! I have a shelf of nightmare before Christmas things making me a total nerd! I’m a huge film fan and I love old school Tim, but I enjoy his poetry too. This poem and a couple others inspired me to write Javisnail, after about 3 years of not writing, so I had to make it part of my blog…

Mr. an Mrs. Smith had a wonderful life.
They were a normal, happy husband and wife.
One day they got news that made Mr. Smith glad.
Mrs. Smith would would be a mom
which would make him the dad!
But something was wrong with their bundle of joy.
It wasn’t human at all,
it was a robot boy!
He wasn’t warm and cuddly
and he didn’t have skin.
Instead there was a cold, thin layer of tin.
There were wires and tubes sticking out of his head.
He just lay there and stared,
not living or dead.

The only time he seemed alive at all
was with a long extension cord
plugged into the wall.

Mr. Smith yelled at the doctor,
“What have you done to my boy?
He’s not flesh and blood,
he’s aluminum alloy!”

The doctor said gently,
“What I’m going to say
will sound pretty wild.
But you’re not the father
of this strange looking child.
You see, there still is some question
about the child’s gender,
but we think that its father
is a microwave blender.”

The Smith’s lives were now filled
with misery and strife.
Mrs. Smith hated her husband,
and he hated his wife.
He never forgave her unholy alliance:
a sexual encounter
with a kitchen appliance.

And Robot Boy
grew to be a young man.
Though he was often mistaken
for a garbage can.

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