Happy Circumstance, by AngusEcrivain 

https://youtu.be/LuBxX9eJGpQ

The box arrived late one night, a delivery from IKEA

It was long gone supper time but she thought, "Fuck it! I got an idea."

So she pulled from the box the instructions, the put-it-together schematics

And spent several hours on the living room floor surrounded by screws and shit

*

Come first light there he stood, a mechanical man in all his glory

All that remained was to wind the clock in his chest she was excited; this was far from boring

She wound and wound for hours and hours until she felt resistance

And when she was done she took a step back and watched the growing, happy circumstance

*

The mechanical man he smiled at her, and gestured she ought bend over

She did as he bade and hoisted her skirts, permitting him to plough her

But the mechanical man, advanced he might've been but he knew not when to stop

And that's how she died, impaled on his huge metal cock