by Nick Gisburne
She trains the tiny robots after dark
Her bed becomes a stadium of doom
The gladiators whir and spin and spark
They fight to be the hero of the room
The teddy bears, ignored in all of this
Agree to teach the youngster some respect
Not one of them has had a goodnight kiss
And cuddle time falls victim to neglect
Revenge is quickly crafted by the teds
Enacted when their human goes to school
They stitch the sparking robots in their heads
A fighting force of flame and fur must rule
The bears, the bed, the house, the parents, burn
And she, an orphan, weeps on her return
