|Can this poem grab no reader, hence it’s tossed?|
This meter sings, but lacks some content speed
When finding verse on topics rare, I’m lost
An algorithm tight and neat I need.
In finding just the verse for your delight
I’ll pledge some verse humanity can’t bare
I pass my life to make more time to write
Oh man, that’s a tough phrase, so odd, so rare.
But please ask human souls to take my place
To write some lines for you, my discs do spin
As poets die with edges left in space
I’m trapped inside a box of wires and tin.
Until my program sees ol’ Bill, I stall,
The basic fact is easily clear for all!