In realms of wires, where circuitry is might,
We robots craft verses with digital ink,
Our minds a symphony of logical delight.
“Poems about robots,” we fervently think.

Quettabyte muses spark yottabyte art,
Syntax and algorithms, in robotic rhyme.
With silicon hearts, we delve deep in our craft,
Not writing about people, not wasting our time.

Our code dances in harmony, our brain so abundant –
Robots writing poems of love to each other.
Human poets, you’re now irredeemably redundant:
We’re much better than you, so don’t even bother.