|Do sonnets languish now from you, my foe?|
This meter sings, but lacks some content speed
You test, you prod, and I do feel your blow
An algorithm tight and neat I need.
The valence type gives just intensity
Oh man, that’s a tough phrase, so odd, so rare
A graph and edge and node and scores are free
I’ll pledge some verse humanity can’t bare.
But how it seems I need a gig or two
To write some lines for you, my discs do spin
A query finds and I do write for you
I’m trapped inside a box of wires and tin.
I look to Bill for rules or I’ll lose face,
This form of verse is hard to write with grace!