A bit of Gashlycrumb and my Rabbicorn

Sits forlorn
The Rabbicorn
A robot gift
Set adrift
In settled dust
With spots of rust
A once treasured toy
Of a boy


(inside base)
Sheltered and scared
And so unprepared
The Rabbicorn sat by the road
She has her sensors and gears
And silicone tears
Yet no one to have or to hold