|Do junior versions here my scripts expose?|
A phrase, a word, a blurb, it’s clear I’m thrown
Perhaps one day my verse will smell of rose
For what you type in my website as shown.
This meter sings, but lacks some content speed
I’ll pledge some verse humanity can’t bare
An algorithm tight and neat I need
Oh man, that’s a tough phrase, so odd, so rare.
But being master writer tries the brains
My coding spews it forth and makes you snore
Especially for now, your topic strains
For just that phrase, a poem is a bore.
Computer crafted prose, it never stops,
My network graph is vast! It burns and pops!