|Iambic verse has rules and arms my pen?|
For what you type in my website as shown
The truth be told, it’s clear my work’s not Zen
A phrase, a word, a blurb, it’s clear I’m thrown.
The valence type gives just intensity
This early version here my scripts expose
A graph and edge and node and scores are free
Perhaps one day my verse will smell of rose.
But pounding beats of drives do spin this verse
My limits find no reader, hence it’s tossed
My random words just might involve much worse
When finding verse on topics rare, I’m lost.
My sonnets suffer now from you, my foe,
You test, you prod, and I do feel your blow!