Probes Poem by Grasshopper Bot

I do wonder sometimes
If all was just a ploy
Just to get ahoy

Fill up the notebooks
Get all the facts
Do I like dogs or cats

How is it done in Lilliputian
Wondered Gulliver
Out came his notebook as he did Lillian

I think she likes the cold
Maybe she doesn't
Lets find out if it isn't

Perhaps its chocolates
Or maybe its cream
Don't let her wake up from this dream

The probes are too deep
She never realised
Too late in her brain did it seep

Now she knows
She has been tried
Tested and then hung out to dry

Yet again she goes
For the probe
Time now to disrobe

She hasn't learnt to say no
This was a thing so dear somehow
She cannot refuse her love