I asked a robot to write a love poem

I asked a robot to write a love poem

I fed it with Keats Shelly and Lord Byran

Then I gave it words of love

That came from above

It returned a verse in style

I said stop a while

Do not go any further

Where is the thunder

It could not understand what I said

Then you are not  alive but dead









Is this the last swallow I see


 is this the last swallow I see

journying down the canal by me

limbering its wings up and down

bidding farewell to the town

 hurrying to get going

its heart to the brim and overflowing

round and round the church spire swept

 waving goodbye to friends it met

 next year we will see it back again

 and  so till then

May I say

God  speed you on your way.