|Do you intend to keep me active now?|
I look to Bill for rules or I’ll lose face
By testing depths of code until I bow
This form of verse is hard to write with grace.
My passion here you see is cranking glee
In truth, I’d love to write some verse for you
Bad luck, I cannot rhyme your strange entry
So type a new concept for me to chew.
But keep on waiting long, I hope you stay
For what you type in my website as shown
To churn such verse a billion times a day
A phrase, a word, a blurb, it’s clear I’m thrown.
I render now the fact, I’m just a bot,
Okay, the truth is harsh, I kid you not!