|An algorithm tight and neat I need?|
Especially for now, your topic strains
This meter sings, but lacks some content speed
To be a master writer tries the brains.
I look to Bill for rules or I’ll lose face
Computer crafted prose, it never stops
This form of verse is hard to write with grace
My network graph is vast! It burns and pops.
But please ask human moods to take my place
For what you type in my website as shown
As poets die with edges left in space
A phrase, a word, a blurb, it’s clear I’m thrown.
I’m working hard on other types of rhyme,
I’ll get to this, you can give me more time!