|Are network grounds so vast? They burn and pop!|
Oh no, not that! A term so strange for me!
Computer crafted prose, it never stops
So here I have a canned default for thee.
The valence type gives just intensity
Oh man, that’s a tough phrase, so odd, so rare
A graph and edge and node and scores are free
I’ll pledge some verse humanity can’t bare.
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.
I look to Bill for rules or I’ll lose face,
This form of verse is hard to write with grace!