Tiene un motor en el pecho y una chispa de travesura, mi perro juguete es dueño de la mar de la cordura.
Pero si algo le incomoda, si un botón no hace "clic", su batería se altera y cambia de frenesí.
Frunce el ceño de peluche, se le enciende una luz roja, con un ladrido de cuerda muestra cuán rápido se enoja.
Da pasitos plastificados, gira en círculos sin fin, reclamando en su enojo su puesto de rey chiquitín.
Se cruza de patitas cortas, un bip seco de protesta, ¡hasta molesto se ve tierno mientras hace su rabieta!
Pasan diez o doce segundos, vuelve la calma al engranaje, rehabita su buen modo y olvida todo su coraje.
Poema de mi autoría. Texto traducido por Traductor en linea de Google Imagen tomada por mi teléfono CUBOT.
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He has a motor in his chest and a spark of mischief; my toy dog is the master of the sea of sanity.
But if something bothers him, if a button doesn't "click," his battery goes haywire and his frenzy shifts gears.
He knits his plush brow, a red light flashes on, and with a wind-up bark he shows how quickly he gets angry.
He takes tiny plastic steps, spinning in endless circles, asserting in his anger his place as a tiny king.
He crosses his short little legs, lets out a sharp beep of protest— he looks cute even when annoyed while throwing his tantrum!
Ten or twelve seconds pass, calm returns to the gears, he goes back to his good mood and forgets all his anger.
Poem written by me. Text translated via Google Translate. Image taken with my CUBOT phone.
