Still can't believe this was Vin Deisel

Galactic monster befriends a young boy

Sent to our planet for one reason: Destroy

Feeding on scraps of metal and junk

Every footstep he makes gives a giant "clunk"

He's not a weapon and he's not a gun

Weighs far more than a gross metric ton

Heartbreaking hero's change of plan

Saved our planet with one word: "Superman"

Peripheral Poem

Small claws, big grip
Holds tight, won't slip

Takes his time, his own pace

Slow and steady wins the race

Play Stack-Up or Gyromite

Eyes that can glow red at night

A very good friend to Famicom

R.O.B. not Pete or Bill or Tom

I may be paranoid but not an android

Plodding gait, low slung stoop
Depression in an infinite loop
Eyes pointed down, always so sad
Little guy, it can't be that bad

Traveling through space with an ape and his friends
Carrying towels, the adventure never ends
Robotic, so it's clear you can't feel pain
Even with that planetary-sized brain