I'm Robbie Robbie robot

They say I've lost the plot

My head’s an oval frying pan

And when I walk I trot

My kooky smile is hyped

My arms and legs are striped

My eyes are going wide and wide

‘Cause I cannot find my butt

Look at how my biceps curl

You can tell I'm not a girl

Who needs a nose, I've crooked paws

And everyone thinks I'm hot

Written for PoetsPub August competition- Just For Fun