There were people smaller and taller;
a wheeled pram holding a bawler.
Though Drench meant no offense,
Water began to condense,
At the bark of the furry crawler.
Big bots found Drench's puddles icky.
How could people be any less picky?
Drench was afraid to stay,
So he turned away,
While the dog went lick, licky, licky.
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Drench the Tiny Giant Robot [WIP/Draft]
PoetryAn illustrated child-friendly storybook about friendship and robots. Drench is a tiny giant robot who wants to fit in. His name doesn't appear on the job board, so he thinks no one wants him. And, the bigger robots make fun of him for making things...