NËRP THE POET

Nërp has always thought of himself as versatile.
An android who can turn his waldo to even the most demanding of tasks.
But I was quite surprised when he announced this morning that he was about to try writing poetry!
He begged the family to leave him undisturbed while he went to Wilson's library to 'contact his muse'…
Some time passed before he emerged and gathered everyone together in the garden while he read aloud his first work, which is apparently inspired by his favourite poets, Philip Larkin and ee cummings.
He thanked everyone for coming, cleared his vocal module and began:
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After a few moments of awkward silence, Byron began to clap, and the rest of the family joined him in a round of uncertain applause.
Nërp then said that it was only his first attempt at poetry, but thanked everyone for their kind and enthusiastic support.