|Ill luck, can I not rhyme your strange entry?|
A phrase, a word, a blurb, it’s clear I’m thrown
My passion here you see is cranking glee
For what you type in my website as shown.
Okay, the truth is harsh, I kid you not
My patience long, so wait for me to be!
I render now the fact, I’m just a bot
To read, then write and be for all to see!.
But how it seems I need a gig or two
To write some lines for you, my discs do spin
A query finds and I do write for you
I’m trapped inside a box of wires and tin.
These scrambled lines don’t hide my ignorance,
I sort them quickly, making poets wince!