|Are cycle graphs so vast? They burn and pop!|
I’m lost! So ask me now for verse on this
Computer crafted prose, it never stops
It’s hard inventing it, for I will miss.
This early version here my scripts expose
As random thoughts my words can grate, can grind
Perhaps one day my verse will smell of rose
So I will bore you now, just wait and find.
But please ask human souls to take my place
I’ll pledge some verse humanity can’t bare
As poets die with edges left in space
Oh man, that’s a tough phrase, so odd, so rare.
The valence type gives just intensity,
A graph and edge and node and scores are free!