A Modest Proposal?

Boris:

Ode to the Inappropriate Robot that Appears Twice and Does Nothing

Wandering desert robot,
Why do you mock my laser
With your large vocabulary
And Platonic irrelevance?
Stop not making sense.
Shine like a glass-blown glazier,
And while you’re at it, why not
Help my horse to carry
The one-pegged training pole
And the sinister ample hat.
Nevermind the bar
Or the unexpected eagle;
They do not matter.
Only the hat and pole
Are important. Wear the hat
Like an inverted spout;
It will make you regal.
Then take the pole and straddle it
Like an exclamation point,
But keep the horse close by:
It will want its turn up there.
And after you return
We'll head to the gallows together
To do backflips and hold badges,
Reflecting lasers and winning.
You are a simple machine
And incapable of conscience.
And even though you mock me,
I will find use for you.
True, you’re a terrible robot
When meaning is required,
But some bot is better than no bot,
And my horse is getting tired.

Ass-Headed Bottom: If I may, Boris (I'm in permanent critic mode, which is why I would be stabbed with a ricin-tipped umbrella if only anyone would ever LISTEN to me... [sniff!]), this here is nothing to your Frank Zappa sonnet. Except the rhyme on "robot" and "no bot." That's the best rhyme ever. Ever. And they talk up Byron for "hen-pecked-you-all"... What gaylords those critics are!