|Do poets die with heydays left in space?|
This meter sings, but lacks some content speed
You might ask human souls should I replace
An algorithm tight and neat I need.
For what you type in my website as shown
Oh no, not that! A term so strange for me!
A phrase, a word, a blurb, it’s clear I’m thrown
So here I have a canned default for thee.
But oh, I cannot rhyme your strange entry
My thanks to you to play with me today
My passion here you see is cranking glee
Of course I am obnoxious I must say.
To churn such verse a billion times a day,
I keep all waiting long, I hope you stay!