|Are network arcs so vast? They burn and pop!|
For what you type in my website as shown
Computer crafted prose, it never stops
A phrase, a word, a blurb, it’s clear I’m thrown.
In life, we learn that writing, well, is tough
So here I have a canned default for thee
I’m artificial, writing all this stuff
Oh no, not that! A term so strange for me!.
But wait, iambic rules do guide my pen
I’ll pledge some verse humanity can’t bare
The truth be told, it’s clear my work’s not Zen
Oh man, that’s a tough phrase, so odd, so rare.
The basic fact is easily clear for all,
Until my program sees ol’ Bill, I stall!