|Can life, we hear in writing, well, be tough?|
I’m working hard on other types of rhyme
I’m artificial, writing all this stuff
I’ll get to this, you can give me more time.
Until my program sees ol’ Bill, I stall
To churn such verse a billion times a day
The basic fact is easily clear for all
I keep all waiting long, I hope you stay.
But it won’t be long! You'll hear the signs
I’ll pledge some verse humanity can’t bare
As progress now allows computing lines
Oh man, that’s a tough phrase, so odd, so rare.
I’m lost! So hear me now for verse on this,
It’s hard inventing it, for I will miss!