Churly Robots

It was sixteen years ago

When the end times came

Our robots became violent

And it was us that were to blame

We'd made them for doing everything

From drinking soup to peeling grapes

Built robots to feel our sadness

And robots to feel our rage

So it really was inevitable

Upgrading everything we have

That we'd build some Churly Robots

An artificial chav

The End

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