|Do you intend to keep me grasping now?|
So here I have a canned default for thee
By testing depths of code until I bow
Oh no, not that! A term so strange for me!.
In finding just the verse for your delight
Perhaps one day my verse will smell of rose
I pass my life to make more time to write
This early version here my scripts expose.
But testing, prodding, oh I do feel your blow
Oh life is long for me, so I wonâ€™t quit
My sonnets suffer now from you, my foe
Requests like this do trip me, I admit.
To be a master writer tries the brains,
Especially for now, your topic strains!