|Can gargled lines just hide my ignorance?|
Bad luck, I cannot rhyme your strange entry
I sort them quickly, making poets wince
My passion here you see is cranking glee.
For what you type in my website as shown
Oh no, not that! A term so strange for me!
A phrase, a word, a blurb, it’s clear I’m thrown
So here I have a canned default for thee.
But testing, prodding, oh I do feel your blow
My thanks to you to play with me today
My sonnets suffer now from you, my foe
Of course I am obnoxious I must say.
I look to Bill for rules or I’ll lose face,
This form of verse is hard to write with grace!