|I keep all waiting long, oh will you stay?|
Bad luck, I cannot rhyme your strange entry
To churn such verse a billion times a day
My passion here you see is cranking glee.
My patience long, so bear for me to be!
I’m artificial, writing all this stuff
To read, then write and be for all to see!
In life, we learn that writing, well, is tough.
But it won’t be long! You'll see the signs
You test, you prod, and I do feel your blow
As progress now allows computing lines
My sonnets suffer now from you, my foe.
Oh, youth is long for me, so I won’t quit,
Requests like this do trip me, I admit!