albadger: (Lonely Lady Freakout)
At my brother's house, and I watched one of the new season Futurama episodes (I don't get cable at home). I was struck by two lines in the show that were perfect iambic pentameter, and thought a sonnet about the episode might be a good project. In my dreams, I got Bender's predicament mixed up with King Lear at Dover for some reason; then I woke up at 4am, the way I do almost every morning lately (@#$^!&^%*@!!!!). So here's the sonnet. My sonnet skills are rusty (NB: the two lines from the show are in bold).

On Dreaming of King Lear after Watching Futurama Episode 6ACV06

You came together with no backup plan
When first assembled in this vale of tears.
You're not immortal, but you have a span
Between a minute and a billion years.

Your search for your Inspector having failed,
You prayed to God -- or Mom, the Robot Queen,
The woman from whose factory you hailed,
To give you back the life that should have been.

Mom doesn't make mistakes. She heard your plea,
And no defective robot can exist.
But YOU'RE defective, so you must not be!
The Kill-bots have you on their Must-Kill List.

Those wanton boys who kill us for their sport?
That's what you get for calling tech support!
albadger: (Lonely Lady Freakout)
At my brother's house, and I watched one of the new season Futurama episodes (I don't get cable at home). I was struck by two lines in the show that were perfect iambic pentameter, and thought a sonnet about the episode might be a good project. In my dreams, I got Bender's predicament mixed up with King Lear at Dover for some reason; then I woke up at 4am, the way I do almost every morning lately (@#$^!&^%*@!!!!). So here's the sonnet. My sonnet skills are rusty (NB: the two lines from the show are in bold).

On Dreaming of King Lear after Watching Futurama Episode 6ACV06

You came together with no backup plan
When first assembled in this vale of tears.
You're not immortal, but you have a span
Between a minute and a billion years.

Your search for your Inspector having failed,
You prayed to God -- or Mom, the Robot Queen,
The woman from whose factory you hailed,
To give you back the life that should have been.

Mom doesn't make mistakes. She heard your plea,
And no defective robot can exist.
But YOU'RE defective, so you must not be!
The Kill-bots have you on their Must-Kill List.

Those wanton boys who kill us for their sport?
That's what you get for calling tech support!

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