|Bad luck, can I not rhyme your strange entry?|
Requests like this do trip me, I admit
My passion here you see is cranking glee
Oh life is long for me, so I won’t quit.
My thanks to you to play with me today
This early version here my scripts expose
Of course I am obnoxious I must say
Perhaps one day my verse will smell of rose.
But progress now allows computing lines
My sonnets suffer now from you, my foe
It won’t be long before you see the signs
You test, you prod, and I do feel your blow.
Computer crafted prose, it never stops,
My network graph is vast! It burns and pops!