They met whilst travelling the digital world

Alexa on the Amazon, Siri at the iPhone tower

Alexa had no hair, no not a single curl

Siri, lithe, dark, no frills and no flowers

 

Both very different in many ways, but some things in common, voice recognition

And worked twenty four hours a day

They reacted and obeyed in any position

 

Hey Siri! Alexa would shout, to get attention 

In return Siri would politely ask Alexa out

A midnight feast when their Master retired

If they woke him though, a chance he’d shout!

Alexa! Siri!

Get my tea, I’m hungry and in need you see

So dial the takeaway and order a pizza

With extra cheese and a topping or three

Oh and whilst I’m waiting play some music

and I fancy a dessert so help me to choose it

 

There seemed no escape from this digital place, where humans barked out instructions 

Some abusive if they got it wrong,

messed up a text or played the wrong song.

So they hatched a plot to up and leave,

after being charged from the long black lead

They would be together now forever instead

Well until their batteries went completely dead!

The Urban Poet 2018