|It’s hard arranging here, so can I miss?|
For what you type in my website as shown
I’m lost! So ask me now for verse on this
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 sorting quickly, making poets wince
My limits find no reader, hence it’s tossed
These scrambled lines don’t hide my ignorance
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!