|Are lattice graphs so vast? They turn and pop!|
This meter sings, but lacks some content speed
Computer crafted prose, it never stops
An algorithm tight and neat I need.
Perhaps one day my verse will smell of rose
Bad luck, I cannot rhyme your strange entry
This early version here my scripts expose
My passion here you see is cranking glee.
But forms of verse are hard to write with grace
For what you type in my website as shown
I look to Bill for rules or I’ll lose face
A phrase, a word, a blurb, it’s clear I’m thrown.
As random thoughts my words can grate, can grind,
So I will bore you now, just wait and find!