going back in time,
they float remarkably well.
Howeve, they had trouble
with their oil addiction
As it stopped them
from greasing The Doctor’s
exam glove before she
coughed up an oyster.
Then what fell from
The Master’s lips but
“The robots ALL KNOW.”
about my secret fetish:
Butterscotch scented bales of
spaghetti inserted into my
eager pie hole, while
gazing out over the
magnificent peaks of Miss
-issippi’s gentle (non-existent) hills
Master loves gentle hills.
But suddenly, just as