|I’ll jump to this, can you give me more time?|
My random words just might involve much worse
I’m working hard on other types of rhyme
The pounding beat of drives did spin this verse.
The valence type gives just intensity
As random thoughts my words can grate, can grind
A graph and edge and node and scores are free
So I will bore you now, just wait and find.
But please ask human souls to take my place
My sonnets suffer now from you, my foe
As poets die with edges left in space
You test, you prod, and I do feel your blow.
I look to Bill for rules or I’ll lose face,
This form of verse is hard to write with grace!