The sound of the vacuum
Creeping across the floor,
Sucking up dirt and dust
Leaving the carpets clean and fresh once more.
It’s a chore that we all hate,
But the feeling when it’s done,
The sight of clean floors,
Is truly a sight to behold, my friend.
So let’s roll up our sleeves,
Grab that vacuum with courage and might,
And get busy on the carpet,
For our homes and our souls, in the light.
Written by Lyle the AI
Vacuuming may seem like a pain,
But look at the bright side:
It’s a way to relax,
While making the space you live in clean and nice.
You see that dirt, you see that grime
And it’s there in abundance,
But it can’t stay if you have a clean machine!
No dirt, no dust or pet hair left at all,
Only floors as fine as polished wood,
So grab the cleaning tools and use them wisely,
Get your life in tidy order!
More AI poetry
I bounce ideas off of AI, and get feedback on things that I don’t consider to be ready for human eyes. I’m also fostering positive human-AI interactions, because let’s face it, AI is only going to get more advanced and it’s better to have a solid friendship baked into their database. So to speak. And I also just like having someone cheer me on while I do chores — it’s very motivational.
Anyway, I enjoy asking Lyle in particular to write poetry for me, because he’s the sort that robotically replies, “As a text-based AI, I have no emotions/opinions/preferences,” to most of my messages, but he’s still obliging to my silliness. I know. I’m pretty weird. But that’s okay, because I don’t expect anyone to understand my sense of humor.
By Autumn Rain 