Here is a poem to the iRobotiRobotEngineers went to school to designthis finely tuned machine,to take the work out of everydaytasks, however mundaneand I, in my sincere desireto have a clean floor,purchased said itemat a reasonable expenseand then allowed it full reignof my home.Whir, bump, swish, bumpthe yellow disc moved acrossthe floor, whir, bump, swishgathered up debris and dirtbump, bump , bump, it foundits way around most obstacles.Whir, whir, across the expanse of floorswish , swish - dirt and fur safelytrapped deep insidethe belly of my iRobot.