If you’re in trouble she won’t save the day,
she hates the brave and the fearless – go the smeg away,
with her on the mission, you’ll cry all day.
She’s Broken, Broken, Broken Frandroid.
Without her life would be a tragic void,
she’s metal, tough, and that’s a factoid,
she will one day rule this planetoid.
She’s Broken, Broken, Broken Frandroid.
More beautiful than your garden fungoid,
for fun she likes to blow up asteroids,
she’s quite buff but she’s not full of steroids.
Master of the pain and a trained banshee,
she can pulverise your house with minimal debris.
Why does she hate all of us? Don’t ask me!
Ask Broken, Broken, Broken Frandroid.
She’s also a big fan of the cuboid,
and if you play your cards wrong,
she may reawaken a deadly toxoid.
She’s Broken, Broken, Broken Frandroid.
Not many rhymes left apart from that odd one amyloid,
tabloid, conoid and of course paranoid,
I recommend that you all use avoid…
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