A small country church in July,
  A perfect blue dome up above,
A couple about to be married.
  They're brought together by love.

Or by robots who say 'Get together!'
  In loud and frightening voices.
They've started a match-making business.
  Their clients have limited choices.

They started their service last summer,
  Sure of their match-making skills.
They'd already practised on cats.
  They promised a match without frills.

Just to be sure they were right,
  They sent the first couple they made
Off on a caravan trip,
  Before the match-makers were paid.

They'd easily manage a marriage
  If they lasted a week in a caravan,
As long as the week didn't feel
  Like being confined with the Taliban.

Neither could speak to each other
  When they returned from their trip.
The robots saw this as success.
  One of them learnt how to skip.

After they'd made this first match
  They knew they'd always be right.
They'd choose an appropriate partner,
  And then make the couple unite.

Joe used their match-making service.
  His love-life had come to a stop.
The robots brought him together
  With a lamp that they met in a shop.

They said that she rarely falls over,
  A quality that all men admire.
She's quiet, and they said she's unlikely
  To start an electrical fire.

Joe wanted someone more human,
  A woman with ears, nose and eyes.
But he was too scared to object.
  His love-life would end if he dies.

He always aspired to look happy
  When the two robots were near.
He'd put his right arm 'round the lamp.
  His smile would say 'love' and not 'fear'.

One evening when he was out walking
  He met someone human and female.
He said her beauty is visible from space
  And by people on earth who read braille.

They went for a drink and went dancing.
  A love built in hours, unlike Rome.
But he couldn't help thinking he's cheating
  On the poor table lamp back at home.

So he assumed match-making duties.
  He bought a new lamp, a companion
For his old lamp. He brought them together.
  Their love would light up the Grand Canyon.

The love of both couples shines brightly.
  It's brighter when light bulbs are dim.
If the robots ask why they parted,
  He'll say the lamp cheated on him.