Professor Chip & Robot Part The Fifth

Another year's elapsed - you know what that means!
Sure as sheep bleep in an android's dreams,
Professor Chip & Robot, his snuggle machine,
shall inspire verse, Mr & Mrs Hippocrene.

They're still going strong, well, for hasbeens,
coz longterm readers will know from 2019
the fruit of their cybergasm evergreen
is Margot, here to steal all the scenes!

Barbigerously, the Prof's gone grey as Jean,
the telepath 2-timing Cyclops & Wolverine.
& Robot's powerdowns are seldom serene,
coz Margot's a cot-o-phobe with a Cobain scream.

But she steals hearts like Shipman stole Pethidine,
whether strangling Nanny Beads or eating Grammy Beans
Botkins outta house & home. Rumbling ravine
for tum unsated by quantum cuisine.

Nope, she's growing mini-mecha-mavourneen,
craves nosh like Doc G-Man needs nicotine.
Apples, milkybar buttons, & upon the TV screen,
'nana porridge cavepaintings circa the Margocene.

Fidgets like a GIF, not static like a meme,
horizontal Lil' Terrio disrupts the dream-
ing of her parents, Chip & Robot. They're extreme-
ly exhausted, tho' Robot still looks reem.

Damselfly's the exception, cat's not keen
on Margot-Pravda, robaby with denim gleam
in optic sensors styled on Prof Chip's genes,
coz she tugs tail of tigress with cow's colour scheme.

In toto, CPU of Lightup & Nora looks mean
next t'electronic bonny baby's thriving subroutines,
2 moves ahead of adults - her pegmarks Ol' Gene
Wilder would discover in Plushnugget Pralines.

Watch out for Cousin Camden, who's all green-
eyed, browneyed Cable Guy now Cousin Margot's queen
of all the aunties' affections, espesh Auntie Sean,
'See You Jimmy'-sayer from Paisley, not Aberdeen.

But of all th'aunties, Charbotte reigns supreme!
Peek-a-boo champ now Flat Face h'aint been seen.
Has he vanished from the face of the orb terrene?
No, hiding in the change bag 'mid nappyrash cream.

Lloyd Damoose, Ningning Plopplop - nicknames we can't stream-
line there's so many, too many crammed in sardine
stanzas. Princess Chickpea, Baby Scraps, child we esteem
orbitally's Margot Chipbot, our sunbeam machine.