Sanders Riddle Rijm - Steamy Master Egg

Sanders Riddle Rijm - Steamy Master Egg

A mastermind egg, without a steampunk leg, made a plan so bold,

Stole a golden pen, from a robot den, a story untold.

With gears and cogs, through mists and fogs, its heart not cold,

It wrote its fate, to find a mate, a love to behold.

The robot with one eye, gave a mechanical sigh, its vision controlled,

Searched for its pen, through valley and fen, its duty patrolled.

But the egg had dreams, of steam and beams, a future enrolled,

To take over the tale, set sail, a narrative scrolled.

With the pen of gold, a love story told, a romance to mold,

The egg drew lines, of designs, a partner to hold.

A lover of brass, with class, a companion bold,

Together they'd write, day and night, a love story retold.

The robot's eye blinked, its circuits linked, a plot to unfold,

But the egg's quest, was not a jest, a passion consoled.

With ink and steam, a lover's dream, not bought or sold,

The egg's tale spun, under the sun, a love story gold.

In a world of steam, the egg did seem, a mastermind scrolled,

With a pen so fine, it would design, a love not paroled.

A lover to find, of similar kind, a story to be polled,

In a steampunk age, on history's page, a romance extolled.

The egg's adventure, a love to nurture, a story to be told,

With a golden pen, it began again, a future to be rolled.

A robot with one eye, may wonder why, its pen was stoled,

But the egg's love story, in all its glory, would forever be bold.