Mad Scientist's Triolet

This was the terrifying xkcd-inspired poem I ended up composing for poetry group. I blame you, Internet!

Still in the lab at half past six
Hit save, check in, compile and run,
the robot's silent, nothing sticks.
Still in the lab at half past six.
It's time to try (unwise) a "fix",
import some God dot Soul from Sun,
Still in the lab at half past six.
Hit save, check in, compile - and run!