Janet Miles

My friend ysabetwordsmith does a Poetry Fishbowl every month. This month's topic was cyberpunk, and my prompt was, "Poetic Form: Cyberpunk tends to be dark, so I'm going to go in the opposite direction and suggest something silly. How about Dr. Seussian (short lines, lots of rhythm, simple rhyme scheme)?"

This poem was the result. I have sponsored it, and so am allowed to repost it on my blog with attribution. Please do not repost or reprint this without first getting permission from ysabetwordsmith. You are always welcome to link to her public post of the poem.

I Have a Sprocket in My Pocket


There’s a telly
In my belly
And a sprocket
In my pocket.

I have a wristwatch in my wrist
That also saves my shopping list.
I have a hairbrush in my hair
To keep things neat and tidy there.

I have a lantern in my eye
So I can see what I can spy.
I have a mike in my right ear
That tells me what I cannot hear.

There are folders
In my shoulders,
Nanocaches
In my lashes.

I have a blender in one knee;
The other has a pot for tea.
I have a cellphone in my thumb
(Which I confess is going numb).

Yet still I covet each new tool,
Although I know that I’m a fool.
A cyborg’s troubles never end,
And let me tell you why, my friend:

Static lingers
In my fingers
And my ankles –
How it rankles!