#749 – Multiply Machine

Multiply Machine
Welcome! This is our room! Get to cleaning.

Multiply Machine

I made a “Multiply Machine”
to make some more of me.
I reckoned I could do much more
if I were two or three.

I made a single duplicate.
I thought that was enough
to help me out with all my chores
and other boring stuff.

And though my work was cut in half
if there were one more me,
I’d hardly have to work at all…
so I made number three.

I made a fourth to go to school,
a fifth to rake the lawn,
a sixth one, next, to clean my room,
then all my work was gone.

I didn’t have to move an inch,
I stayed in bed all day.
With duplicates to do the work,
I only had to play.

But when it was allowance time
each replica of me
decided it deserved a share,
yet I did not agree.

The multiples made multiples
and claimed they were prepared
to keep on making more and more
unless the loot was shared.

That stinking “Multiply Machine”…
At first it was great fun,
but soon the clones outnumbered me
by fifty-six to one.

I made a “Go Away” machine
and shoved the copies in.
I turned it on. *Poof* they were gone.
I sat back with a grin.

For though it means I have more work,
it’s not so bad, you see…
’cause when it’s my allowance time,
it all belongs to me.

Author: Samuel Kent

I'm a dad who wants to share his labor of love with the world. I also happen to be an award-winning artist and poet. Follow the lunchbox doodles and poems on twitter: @LunchboxDoodler!

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