|So can you Bill give rules or I’ll lose face?|
A phrase, a word, a blurb, it’s clear I’m thrown
This form of verse is hard to write with grace
For what you type in my website as shown.
In finding just the verse for your delight
It’s hard inventing it, for I will miss
I pass my life to make more time to write
I’m lost! So ask me now for verse on this.
But wait, iambic rules do guide my pen
An algorithm tight and neat I need
The truth be told, it’s clear my work’s not Zen
This meter sings, but lacks some content speed.
Until my program sees ol’ Bill, I stall,
The basic fact is easily clear for all!