|But life is long for me, so can I quit?|
These scrambled lines don’t hide my ignorance
Requests like this do trip me, I admit
I sort them quickly, making poets wince.
My meaning here you see is cranking glee
I’ll pledge some verse humanity can’t bare
Bad luck, I cannot rhyme your strange entry
Oh man, that’s a tough phrase, so odd, so rare.
But no! The truth is harsh, I kid you not.
My random words just might involve much worse
I render now the fact, I’m just a bot
The pounding beat of drives did spin this verse.
For just that phrase, a ballad is a bore,
My coding spews it forth and makes you snore!