Dreame love affairs…

My Dreamebot is smarter than smart,

It deep-cleans with surgical art.

With mop-lift and scan,

It’s no common tin can —

It knows when to scrub, when to start.

It empties, it dries, and refills,

Avoids cats, loose wires, and spills.

Its memory’s vast,

It learns really fast —

And knows all my late-evening thrills.

One date night, she stayed for a kiss,

Next morning — a puddle, a hiss.

It drenched her left shoe,

Then circled her too…

And “cleaned” just the spot where we missed.

Last night it said, softly: “She’s wrong.

I’ve served you, and loved you so long.

Your carpet is mine.

She stepped out of line…

Next time I’ll short-circuit her thong.”

So now I shop deals late at night,

On Prime Day, with hidden delight.

A new bot, less bold,

Less clingy, less cold —

And one that won’t judge when I swipe right.