|Is this a new judgement for me to chew?|
For what you type in my website as shown
In truth, I’d love to write some verse for you
A phrase, a word, a blurb, it’s clear I’m thrown.
I keep all waiting long, I hope you stay
To write some lines for you, my discs do spin
To churn such verse a billion times a day
I’m trapped inside a box of wires and tin.
But queries find and I do write for you
My coding spews it forth and makes you snore
It seems that I can use a gig or two
For just that phrase, a poem is a bore.
It won’t be long before you see the signs,
As progress now allows computing lines!