|Are lifeline graphs so vast? They burn and pop!|
This meter sings, but lacks some content speed
Computer crafted prose, it never stops
An algorithm tight and neat I need.
For what you type in my website as shown
Oh no, not that! A term so strange for me!
A phrase, a word, a blurb, it’s clear I’m thrown
So here I have a canned default for thee.
But wait, iambic rules do guide my pen
My thanks to you to play with me today
The truth be told, it’s clear my work’s not Zen
Of course I am obnoxious I must say.
So type a new concept for me to chew,
In truth, I’d love to write some verse for you!