|But health is long for me, so can I quit?|
Oh no, not that! A term so strange for me!
Requests like this do trip me, I admit
So here I have a canned default for thee.
When finding verse on topics rare, I’m lost
My coding spews it forth and makes you snore
My limits find no reader, hence it’s tossed
For just that phrase, a poem is a bore.
But queries find and I do write for you
Perhaps one day my verse will smell of rose
It seems that I can use a gig or two
This early version here my scripts expose.
In finding just the verse for your delight,
I pass my life to make more time to write!