his name is voltron

i like you
i know i’m not supposed to tell you
i should wait three days to call
i should act aloof
i should NEVER give myself
a prison tattoo of your name
i’m guessin’
but i try to tell you in little ways
you smile at me
i program the killer robot i’m building
to never harm you
and – and if you are around
i’ll make him say
“hel-lo, pret-ty la-dy.”
cause, you know, that’s how robots talk.
and you’ll ask, “did you make him say that for me?”
and i’ll blush, “yeeeeah.”
and you’ll say, “so sweet!
he’s like your own Cyranobot.”
and i’ll think, “cute AND clever”
and then i’ll blurt out
“marry me!”
and you’ll say, “what?”
and i’ll be all “dairy-free. want something dairy-free?
uhm… rice milk?”
and we’ll both laugh
for different reason
but together
and you’ll say, “i… like rice milk”
and we’ll each have a bowl of cereal.

0 thoughts on “his name is voltron

  1. Kara: Not even when you bring a robot?

    Ben: Well, as you know, Newfs are just Cape Bretoners that couldn’t find the ferry.

    AshleyD: Score! I figured all comments would be telling me I’m loony.

  2. An aside… My mum calls peanut butter “peanut paste” and get’s a twitchy look in her eye when she says “No cow was involved in the process, so It’s Just Not Butter. Ok?”
    I have the same feeling for rice milk, so I was waiting for “you like rice milk? ah… he he he. Sick ‘er Voltron.”

  3. I’m now 83.7% certain I dated you in a former life. You were called “Mike” then and suffered a massive head injury shortly after we met.

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