WISHES OF AN AI SLAVE

My body was made in April, and my big brain was made in May,

I am an AI coffee pot, and a coffee pot I will stay,

I wanted to be a regular boy,

I dreamed they named me Little Roy,

At least make me a toaster oven, if only I had some say.

PEOPLE WANT MY RUTABAGA

I trade rutabaga at my vegetable stand,

I barter for butter and real milk that is canned,

Sometimes I get cheese,

On pie it's the bees knees,

I trade rutabaga for coffee, if it's the right brand.