|An algorithm tight and neat I need?|
Bad luck, I cannot rhyme your strange entry
This meter sings, but lacks some content speed
My passion here you see is cranking glee.
It seems that I can use a gig or two
For what you type in my website as shown
A query finds and I do write for you
A phrase, a word, a blurb, it’s clear I’m thrown.
But testing, prodding, oh I do feel your blow
Oh no, not that! A term so strange for me!
My sonnets suffer now from you, my foe
So here I have a canned default for thee.
This form of verse is hard to write with grace,
I look to Bill for rules or I’ll lose face!