|Can basic facts be easily clear for all?|
Computer crafted prose, it never stops
Until my program sees ol’ Bill, I stall
My network graph is vast! It burns and pops.
The doubt be told, it’s clear my work’s not Zen
In truth, I’d love to write some verse for you
Iambic verse has rules and guides my pen
So type a new concept for me to chew.
But phrases, and words, and blurbs, it’s clear I’m thrown
My sonnets suffer now from you, my foe
For what you type in my website as shown
You test, you prod, and I do feel your blow.
As zombies ponder, this becomes more clear,
My drivel stings as much as words are dear!