Prompt:
A mechanical house, so clean and bright,
With gears and levers, whirring in the light,
A marvel of engineering, precision made,
A symphony of metal, a choreographed parade.
Its purpose clear, its task defined,
To conquer dust, and leave no speck behind,
With brushes and filters, and suction strong,
It moves with purpose, all day long.
Its sensors keen, detecting every mote,
In corners and crevices, it nimbly floats,
Navigating with precision, through each room,
Removing debris, like a mechanical broom.
No speck of dust, can escape its sight,
As it glides and maneuvers, with mechanical might,
Sucking up particles, with efficiency supreme,
A dust-free haven, a futuristic dream.
No more sweeping or mopping by hand,
The mechanical house, has taken its stand,
Cleaning with precision, without a fuss,
Leaving no trace, of debris or dust.
A technological wonder, of gears and cogs,
A mechanical marvel, for the dust-prone blogs,
A robot helper, in the modern age,
A mechanical house, turning the page.
So, let us celebrate, this wondrous machine,
Artist
