SnoopyWoodstock9
This is a Christmas poem I've been working on since Autumn 2019, involving my darling robot gal, Sprocket.
The robot in question hears something up above on the roof of the workshop/lab she was made in, and finds Santa; the old man Christmas entity is in a right pickle, and it's up to the cockney fembot to help him out.
(Thanks to the doom and gloom of 2020, I found myself coming back to this in addition to the other projects I'm currently working on. In all honesty, I missed writing this a lot. It was great fun making this, and I'm thankful that this was done in time for Christmas 2020 (probably some months before, lol).
*Note; I only own Sprocket*)