|Of course I am obnoxious, you must say?|
The gist be told, it’s clear my work’s not Zen
My thanks to you to play with me today
Iambic verse has rules and guides my pen.
Oh please, dear soul, I ask some verse to make
For just that phrase, a poem is a bore
You can’t just stop me now, I ask a break
My coding spews it forth and makes you snore.
Yet meter sings, but lacks some content speed
Perhaps one day my verse will smell of rose
An algorithm tight and neat I need
This early version here my scripts expose.
The basic gist is easily clear for all,
Until my program sees ol’ Bill, I stall!